melissaahowells
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Dared To Tell
Kim looked like a bug-eyed kewpie doll
with her legs stretched out,
her mouth forever forming a circular NO.
When I think of Kim I think of circles,
or the lack of them.
Her body was a series of rounded beams
connected by unsteady hinges of tissue.
Bruises polka-dotted
the length of her arms.
Her socks never stayed up.
Her shoulders always slouched.
Kids used her like a skateboard without wheels.
Her eyes pinched closed like two pulled seams,
as they tripped,and kicked her all the way down the third floor stairs.
I could still hear her tiny mewing screams
in the siren as the ambulance drove away.
What could I do about Kris Fjelde,
and the other 7th grade bullies?
I ate all my lunches in the downstairs girls bathroom.
Kim, she had dared to tell.
Copyright 2006 Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
All true...
with her legs stretched out,
her mouth forever forming a circular NO.
When I think of Kim I think of circles,
or the lack of them.
Her body was a series of rounded beams
connected by unsteady hinges of tissue.
Bruises polka-dotted
the length of her arms.
Her socks never stayed up.
Her shoulders always slouched.
Kids used her like a skateboard without wheels.
Her eyes pinched closed like two pulled seams,
as they tripped,and kicked her all the way down the third floor stairs.
I could still hear her tiny mewing screams
in the siren as the ambulance drove away.
What could I do about Kris Fjelde,
and the other 7th grade bullies?
I ate all my lunches in the downstairs girls bathroom.
Kim, she had dared to tell.
Copyright 2006 Meloo/Melissa A. Howells
All true...