a dagger through the heart of st. angeles

plaid skirts that hide love, walk in single file. ties that restrict blood. to the brain. passing notes in math class. freedom wear your scars of desire. it's a coming of age story. freedom wear your scars of desire. conflicting impulses. freedom wear your scars of desire. cuts seem to bend the sky. bend the sky. i've read this book before. anxious eyes stare out of warped glass, waiting for the 3 o'clock bell. trying hard to forget that cold october day, when love challenged freedom to a fist fight. freedom looked victorious;, but no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond. when love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switch blade, and drove it. directly through the heart of st. angeles. go!, any notion of self-government, was left by love bleeding, on the pitcher's mound. you're, scaring me. and bleeding on the pitcher's mound. on the, on the.