Processing .5

I have words now
Oh yes, fifth grade words
No one listens to them

A new Tree, maple
Awesome twirly things
Play with sparkies in
The air

Play is screaming
Play is chaos color
Play is dumb

Bird sings above
Look, delight of glittering
Greens, bright sky blue poking through
True hide-and-seek

He comes from nowhere
He is not in my somewhere
Punch
Stunned
Hate on such a young face
No explanation

Teacher:
What did you do?
Why did he hit you?

No words from me
Boy spits
You are so weird

Stomach pain
No breath
Even the Tree cannot heal
Bell rings
Torture briefly
Ends

To be continued..