FAITHLESS THE WONDER BOY

By Prentyce Rayanna

half of my heart is stuck in elementary school, between fields of barley and lonely swing sets 

l asked myself so often, why ostracism - even in its most juvenile stages, preyed on my precocity 

the wound grew and festered; stil its rot nauseates me 

you can find yourself a house but never a home

my mind never freed itself from middle school, between the ugliness of yearning and youthful awakenings

 i asked myself so often, why beguilement - even in its most ambiguous curiosity, never belonged to me

the wound grew and festered, still its rot nauseates me 

you can find yourself a friend but never a lover

this flesh of mine hopes only to forget high school, between guilty drunken sobs and glass-bottomed egos

 i asked myself so often, why it was them and never me - even at my best i could only hope for my worst

 the wound grew and festered; stil its rot nauseates me you can find yourself momentary bliss but never elongated catharsis

all flowers in time bend towards the sun, they say, so i kiss the moon goodbye and i draw circles on my own hands, praying at my own grave

I promise little me to never salt the wound again

you cannot find yourself a cure if you do not recognize the ailment

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