The Best Time To Talk To Ghosts

My English Teacher Has No Face. She Has Uncombed Stringy Hair That Droops On Her Shoulders. The Hair Is Black From Her Part To Her Ears And Then Neon Orange To The Frizzy Ends. I Can't Decide If She Had Pissed Off Her Hairdresser Or Is Morphing Into A Monarch Butterfly. I Call Her Hairwoman.

Some Adults Would Rather Pretend That Bad Things Dont Exist Than To Talk About Them.

I Am Super Proud Of Being An American, But We Fail Our Veterans Every Day.

I Can See Us, Living In The Woods, Her Wearing That A, Me With A S Maybe, S For Silent, S For Stupid, For Scared. S For Silly. For Shame.

Do I Want To Die From The Inside Out Or The Outside In?