Poem Anthology: My Rhyming Narrative May 2014 | Page 15

Bookish dork, without a face

Retreats to a world inside

Where the heavens unfastened

With the sound of a dozen notes.

He watched the eyeballs roll,

Running legs infinitesimally burn

As the sky fell down.

He shrugged at the mirror,

Willing to live with minor demons,

Romp with joy,

Watching the cheerleader,

Her little plastic face crumble,

As she loses everything.