Wounds & Debris

1. I'm in the fourth or fifth grade.  In our small town, in the 80s, this makes me old enough to walk downtown without adult supervision.  Which is what me, my twin, and our sister Debbie are doing. A man in a red car drives slowly following us trying to lure us into his vehicle.  [...]

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Poem #19 of 30

There's more to this poem; I already know this.  I've sat with it for a good week.  It's tired of my company right now, so we're gonna get together again soon.  In the meantime (and because I wanted to get as close to 30 poems in this challenge as possible)... We’re 11 year old girls [...]