“CINQUAIN ONCE MORE —SEPTEMBER 9 This is the worst day I’ve had in a long time.
Darkness is everywhere.
In the sky.
Here in my head.
Midnight.
Home was Mikey.
Home was Phyllis; was Ben, Judy, and Michael.
Teacher in math thinks I’m stupid.
She tells me she cares.
Rules of poetry insist I shouldn’t break the cinquain pattern.
Who the hell says?
Panic is sneaky.
Creeps up slowly like a hunting cat.
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