Clowning
The clowns made me do it you see.
They promised me eternal youth.
In return? I bleed, bruise me knee.
Twist, turn, pull out my teeth.
In order to earn my place,
Gifted with free housing.
Always do better, raise the states.
Clowning around, crowds howling.
Howling in excitement, fear
That I could fall to my death.
Beautiful circus carpet covered in gore,
Blood, bones, holding their breath,
As I twist and dive.
Selling control of my body,
For stable career and housing.
Throwing away my identify, to embody
The circus life, towering
Over the crowd of horrors.
By; Tori Sheehan
Language Learning
Learning his mother tongue
Can be beautiful.
Mumbling, motions among
Other things to get it right.
Sounds I've never made
Before effortlessly slip.
Foreign vowels decayed
Out of my mouth, moaning
As I get it wrong.
He kissed my ear,
Stringing sentences along.
Flustered face when I
First spoke with his
Tongue in mine.
Scattered sheets, "quiz
Me" whispered into his ear.
As he taught me
A new way of life
by; Tori Sheehan
Homebody.
The clowns made me do it you see.
They promised me eternal youth.
In return? I bleed, bruise me knee.
Twist, turn, pull out my teeth.
In order to earn my place,
Gifted with free housing.
Always do better, raise the states.
Clowning around, crowds howling.
Howling in excitement, fear
That I could fall to my death.
Beautiful circus carpet covered in gore,
Blood, bones, holding their breath,
As I twist and dive.
Selling control of my body,
For stable career and housing.
Throwing away my identity, to embody
The circus life, towering
Over the crowd of horrors.
By: Tori Sheehan
Bedrotting
Bedrotting.
Bare, puffy face
New ache scars rub off
Of dirty pillow cases .
As your curtain waits
To be opened, cough
Followed by cough.
You always had these phases.
Where you couldn't
Leave your bed for days.
Rotting away, unclean.
Skipping school even if you shouldn't.
Always trapped in a daze.
Untouchable, unheard of,
Until we'd arrive at the scene.
Scene of your room.
With plates, clothes covering
The floor, unable to see.
Darkness had consume
Every corner, rustling
Under your cold sheets.
Only leaving too pee.
Wasting away, wasting
Youthful days meant
To be spent in play.
Learning, embracing, chasing
Dreams only youth dreamt.
Not lying here dying, decay.
by; Tori Sheehan