i clomped down the school stairs
laughing over a vine with my friend
and we passed two boys crying
and teachers embracing them
and something chilled in my soul
i entered the classroom
dead silence
an empty seat
a rush of tears
blurs and abstractions
i can't tell the difference
between what is real
and what is a nightmare
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
i clomped down the school stairs
laughing over a vine with my friend
and we passed two boys crying
and teachers embracing them
and something chilled in my soul
i entered the classroom
dead silence
an empty seat
a rush of tears
blurs and abstractions
i can't tell the difference
between what is real
and what is a nightmare
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