5 Directions To My School
By Rhiannon K.
1. Begin your journey at the trail of crumpled concrete made from the broken dreams of youth.
2. Turn left at the scent of broken friendships taken down by petty problems.
3. Go straight until you can almost feel the doorknobs of closets containing teenagers that aren’t.
4. Once you can hear the internal screams of forgotten children with messages that can only be decoded If you look part the broken smiles, drunken texts sent at 3 am, baggy hoodies containing thin bodies wanting more, and pulled down sleeves which cover up the stripes of deeply wounded tigers.
5. You should arrive at a building as cold and unforgiving as the being that dwell inside.