This School
This school once witnesseda child covered
head to toe
in blood red paint
looking like a murder victim.
This school once heard
blathering voices
bouncing off the walls
tornadoes escaping
angry throats.
This school once tasted
the scent of candy floss
floating away from the kitchen
getting ready for the gala.
This school once experienced
little children
sitting on the mat
like obedient puppies.
This school remembers
attention seeking pupils
asking for more and more
teachers tempers wearing away.
By Alissandra
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