apple on a Monday.

fiona ate an apple

on the way home

from school on a Monday

and you know what they say

Mondays are the worst days

children don't get to play

they don't get their way

and they have no say

so when fiona's apple fell away

she was taken

feet off the ground

she was taken

head to the ground

she was taken

pound by pound

she was taken

to lost and found

Mondays are the worst days

and children have no say

they don't get their way

they don't get to play

fiona tried to scream

through the hand that held

her mouth and hand

fiona tried to claw

through the weighty world

to the surface of air

fiona tried to close shut

the door to her soul

and pinned some fingers

on the way

fiona tried kicking the key away

but her lock was jammed

and her window crashed

fiona tried to fix her home

but her pipe began to clog

and fiona began to burst

fiona

Mondays are the worst

and fiona

they say

say no

don't say

say no

don't no

on the way home

fiona was in a bit of a bad way

bits and pieces of a bad day

fiona's voice slipped up the stairwell

then fell down the steps

fiona's voice ran through her spine

locked inside her head

fiona's voice waited and waited

for Monday to pass