Three young sirens
all peeling in pain,
of their own making
set off by a punishment
an accounting for
misbehavior
a price to pay for their
testing
rebellion against authority
Seeing how far they can
push.
And going beyond that point,
feeling the sting of
consequence,
the judgment, the perk
cancelled
Three members of the wailing
choir
off key and inconsolable
crying into the night,
“unfair, not right”,
because the movie tonight
will be [empty]
without popcorn
edited March 31, 2014
a wailing choir – v2
a wailing choir
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