The Boy Who Ate the Wall
At night he could hear wolves howling.
His thoughts were loud and they were scary.
When his thoughts scared him, he ate the wall.
A chunk was missing behind his pillow.
Behind his pillow there are no traces.
This lonely house was not his home.
This lonely house is where he lived.
The wall used to taste like school.
He eats the wall, but leaves no traces.
School is a dream he still has.
Even the dead have their dreams.
He walks through the school, it makes him feel normal.
He walks through the school and leaves no traces.
At night he can hear wolves howling.
GloPoWriMo Day 27 - a "duplex"
Uuuu, effective.
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