timeout

back when i still thought to love meant to conquer

and i would kill for a dollar

before voice, before i had a choice

or the illusion of freedom

to rejoice in the acquisition of a salt

and pepper feather

or the sweaty sweet smell of my

grandfather's grey hair

on rainy day go to school late

mondays

and i failed at loving her

i broke the promise i made to myself

then locked my mind in hell

put myself in time out

with no way out