Green

Green.

Mean.

Two words that rhyme.

They fit her well.

She owns the school.

I cower under her rule.

She can punch.

She can hit.

Her words cut deep.

I want to flee.

The green hoodie.

It bobs through the crowd.

I can see it well.

I’m about to enter hell.

I don’t remember much.

I was trapped in my locker.

I don’t make a sound.

No one knows I’m around.

No one can find me.

I sit and hide all day.

Tomorrows today.

I ran away.

I flew along the road.

I ran along the highway.

I found a bridge.

I lept off the ledge.

The grass rushes up to me.

I hear screams.

I remember her hoodie.

All I see is green.