My arms are like flying airplane wings.
My legs are escaping my body like parachutes.
The plane starts to tilt, as my head turns into a big
The side door opened, and there I go like a breeze
of the wind.
I hit the hard land at the bottom like lightning hits
I stand up feeling like my body is not there anymore.
I run, and run, and run like a cheetah runs after
And there I go flying again like a bird in the sky.
every time he goes out it makes me nervous
because I know what he is carrying around with him
He tells me he has it for protection
it makes me mad because I know it’s true
I’ll make the best spaghetti you’ve
When making I put lady bugs
in because they taste like mushrooms.
I look out the window to see
orange mustard sky with clouds
the shape of stars. Light comes from
the clouds as it begins to snow
whitish/yellow mashed potato flavored
hearts. The frogs sang lullabies and
the crickets hummed along.
The sun was a cool river
breeze freezing the window still.
As I cleaned dishes the
moon was banal in the sky.
Last words: stay calm
Washington County Juvenile Detention Center
Dates of Visit: April 11 – 12, 2017
Faculty Sponsor: Jeane Mack and Joshua Moody
Appx. Number Students Served: 13
Visiting Writers: Collin Callahan, Vicente Yepez