Day Ninety-five

Today's words:

Medal

Sugar

Pen

Pillow

Knife

Skateboard

They gave the first-place medal

To a girl whose lips tasted of sugar.

I got a pen

As second-place finisher. At home, I cried into my pillow,

But I'd have preferred to stab her with a knife

And take off on my skateboard.

I'm great on a skateboard;

I've even won a medal

For my tricks, but I'd still like to stick my knife

Into that sugar-

Lipped girl, or smother her with a pillow.

You can write that in pen,

Because I really mean it. Down in the holding pen,

I zoomed in circles on my skateboard,

While the girl buried her face in her pillow

Upstairs. A medal

Was great and all, and having lips of sugar

Was a plus, but she still felt like she'd been stabbed with a knife

In the heart. A knife,

Or a pen? 

Both can wound, and rubbing sugar

Into the cut doesn't help. Better to get back up on the skateboard

And try for another medal

Than to cry into one's pillow.

I stabbed the pillow

With my knife,

Sending feathers everywhere. Then I took the medal

And hurled it into the pen

As I sped off on my skateboard.

We'll see who's got the sugar

Now. She pressed her sugar

Lips into the pillow

And thought of her lover, who'd fled on a skateboard,

Taking his knife,

His pen,

And her medal.

Sugar may be sweet, but it can hurt like a knife

And a pillow won't protect you from being wounded with a pen.

Better to practice on your skateboard and try for another medal.