I took them
I stole your sacred gifts and did not tell you so
I saw you hiding their glitter and their bows
Tackled you down, to the ground
Matching warriors unwound
Took them from your pockets
Cheap trinkets
Ripped them from your hands
Broken rubber bands
We both left the yard
You with newly blooded scars
I with a bindle stick
Filled with your secrets
Now they line my window
But I wish you’d make my phone glow