The Filthy Ones

elementary school outcasts part one.

Final Spreads

Here they are assembled...endpapers likely to come soon.

AMNESIA

This is my words on wheels piece, a poem by Brianna Knight Grade 8

Having amnesia can be as simple
as forgetting your name,
as seeing your face during the day
and forgetting it at night,

as helpless as a child
wandering around not knowing where you are.

How did I get this way? Is this
a curse set upon me?

Am I in a trance? Is my mind
being controlled?

For, I am forever traveling the
path of this lonely journey.

Will I ever remember where I’m
from? Or who I am?


....yep.