Friday, July 24, 2015

rebel youth

she tossed her purple hair
and bangs flipped
across the expression
all attitude and anger
drove her look right through you
with an intensity matched by few
packed her bags
and cats
and left
a trail of no mercy
behind her, the echo
of pounding, feet running
fleeing, calling--
come find me, come find me--
i remember that feeling, too.