shades of gold rusted in the earths of his eight year old lungs, zestful apathy clouding his breath and a piano was playing in the distance.

his once lucid radiant cheeks now a dull diamond, hell flames painting his blue skies austere.

rendered speechless by the wine-tinged bruises that lay sweet and languid on his ivory skin, the students that played with energy in their bones in the playground became a reminder that he was not one of them. he wept.

joey, the seven year old that collected rose petals and bee's wings in his polo pocket. who cried with distress when his mother was happy. who carried around a red voodoo doll with horns in his satchel.

lily-carter, the girl who brought a possum her father ran over last weekend to school. who played six beethoven pieces in the school talent show. who smiled when the science teacher burnt her arm on a bunsen burner.

stella, the eight year old who wore her rabbits' tail on the edges of her skirt everyday. who plucked the feathers off timmy, the school parrot. who refuses to eat with any other utensil other than a butter knife.

heart-rendering and foreign souls entrapped.

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ok lol i tried my best putting my imagination into words and i am aware this doesn't really wmakes sense but it made sense in my head. but interpret this as you will.