School Girls

After Nikita Gill

It is more than they 

but we settle on silence, and won’t 

describe the power of fists. They tell 

us to wedge our bodies into doll houses, but you 

show me articles of missing girls and say these are modern fairytales. 

I tell you that you are my best friend and you say I am a women of 

lighthouse paths and cracked pencil tip sketches.  How 

do I create magic from used lipstick and wanted posters? These girls 

were all walking home when they learned the art of invisibility and I can 

only spell the word suspicious.  Time will be 

ticking out their names and I learn to light fingertips with flicker dangerous. 

I understand I am the villain in the dollhouse and 

I have a wardrobe of fists, but still 

carry missing girl silence and laminate it over every school for a win.


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