Punk 57

by Penelope Douglas

I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn’t have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with?

“Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.”