Elfsong

 

(A bubble out of water sinks with you as you sing about your sorrow.)

Why not to give a little bit more than you already do?

Coward. Loser.

I can hear their murmuring  drop at the wayside and bounce like pins on the floor.

I follow the cat-like prying eyes hiding at  the distance.

Closely, reading.

I come home to scribble my head onto white sheets of memory.

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