Zoe Rose

a door flew open hinges screaming bloody murder upon the breeze the scent of crayons rose petals and techni-colored fluttering of butterfly wings shanghaied me to realms of one eyed pirates and princesses still waiting to be rescued her eyes franticly bouncing between walls and ceilings as if she was trying to remember something important she abandoned me as quickly as she came to stir my murky waters her footsteps now fading down the hallway from a distance close to Mars she shouts:oh yes daddy! now I remember! teacher Mackay shot himself today