In the middle of our high school there was a large chimmney that each senior class painted over with their own year plus light graffiti. The morning after our class had done this, I was in Creative Writing class and watched as the maintenance crew painted out our class….
They painted
out the ‘88′!
Not
any of the others
Just OUR ‘88′!
does that
mean we don’t exist?
It was
on the chimney
B I G, R E D, B O L D
on a black
background
for all to see…..
They painted
out the ‘88′!
I guess
it means we
don’t exist.
Are we ghosts?
In empty lockers,
empty
classrooms,
teachers
talking to nobody….
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