I sit in my
Small plastic chair
In my isolated one-house
School room
The empty alarm rings
A protean tune for two
Me, sat still
Legs folded, the smell of pencil shavings in the air
And you, running through the hallway
Breakneck speed, lips parted, teeth bared
Do it to me because
You have to
Because I am a fool
Not quite tall enough to
Take it from you
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
I sit in my
Small plastic chair
In my isolated one-house
School room
The empty alarm rings
A protean tune for two
Me, sat still
Legs folded, the smell of pencil shavings in the air
And you, running through the hallway
Breakneck speed, lips parted, teeth bared
Do it to me because
You have to
Because I am a fool
Not quite tall enough to
Take it from you
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