#skippingclass
The insomniatic somnolence coats me.
16kHz of sound running through my eardrums.
Empty words written on the walls of bathroom cubicals.
The lifes of people who come and go,
Snagged on the emtpy soap dispensers.
***** lino floors folded at the edges.
The rattling sounds of doors locking around me.
Plastic seats flipped down to carry weights,
Of the people who come to just sit down.
The rusted hinges on doors I can't seem to leave through.
This is both my prison and my safety.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Finding loopholes and skipping class;
Playing substitutes like pawns
We try to sneak away together,
My best friend and I
Making petty lies -
We smudge reality and falsity
Our second year of high school
And we're already aces of forged passes and coming up with smoothly said ******** excuses when questioned
It is in between classes when we roam the halls
That we hatch our plans and ideas, building excuses
A few failed attempts
Though we still have many tallies on our side of success
There is an in between that no one likes to talk about
And that my friend, is home to me
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC