Regina 1995

 

We’re the kids from broken homes.

Hide and seek in the park.

Freckles and dirty faces.

A flashlight in the dark

 

Super Metroid and Battletoads.

Clever gopher traps.

When time was the street lights.

Weather was raindrops in our hands.

 

The sun gave birth to water guns.

Neon feet slapping pavement.

Before love could hurt anyone.

I gave you my heart and you saved it.

 

Whispered secrets and muddy jeans.

We hid behind bookshelves.

Searching for ghosts in our basements.

Searching for ourselves.

Wendy V. Blacke

Artist. Mother. Space Vampire. Horror Buff. Knitter. Makeup Enthusiast. Matriarch. Bookworm. Writer. Lover of oddities and genuine weirdo.

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