Frozen grass grazes my fingers
As I sit on the ruby checkered blanket
Beside my friend who can’t sit still
The teachers pass out flimsy glasses
Made of black cardstock and scribbles
And thick, midnight lenses
A dark shadow looms over me
I hear his deep voice mutter
“It told me secrets”
A boy taller and older than my friend and I
Look down on us with his buzz cut
Sharp eyes and filthy fingernails
I stare back at him with a blank expression
As I roll wet grass between my fingers
My stomach starts to twist into pretzels
My silence makes his eyebrows furrow
“Bet you’d wanna know too” he says
My lips stay shut as dew seeps into my skin
Arms stronger than mine lock me down
On the dead damp ground
My friend tries to pull him off me, but it’s no use
“It’s starting! It’s starting!” says a familiar voice
His cold hands tighten their grip
And his face darkens with the sky
He grabs my face with clammy hands
And tilts it toward the thing he calls
The ultimate realization
The entire field dimmed
His grip loosened up
As the sun and moon stared back
In low a hushed voice
Sun and moon grinned and shared
Secrets I shouldn't know