Fernadina

My time is lost in family, afraid of kids, padres, me ma, our field all closed and empty, which of my hands did you cross, outside the toilet boulder jar, in sun struck brick to unlock, the fire within my story, no one saw my scars, my wall of scarlet worry, set each time within my loss, like the fields and crops, rode me like a car, each blue Monday, didn't know when to stop, our unspoken territory, ruined by broken forfeits, my fuel is gone, it's easy to see, fear comes from the dark.