There was someone in the hallway screaming,
Like they were facing murder head on,
The skin wrinkling from wounds to the scalp and chest.
And we all looked at each other
Silence joining us like an inviting friend
Silence like the one that sets up post at gleaming halls
Of death and decay
Silence, a warming misery like snow drifting onto overturned bodies.
I was sitting with my common notebook and my common black ink pen
And I remember wanting to cry, and to join the screaming
Let them realize there was someone else willing to give in and let their soul and mind explode with truth because I was sick of the deception and compulsive liars that were linked to me through hallways and through speech that I thought maybe, if I lost my voice I would loose them too so I could scream until my vocal cords teamed with a pain like frostbite and they would erode like the earth around me, like a mountains of mute songs being played by the shifting plains and trees falling into oblivion like lovers caught inside reality.
I was tired and sick and the illness that was creeping up my synapses of my mind was like a nuclear fog eating away my opinions.
and the teacher closed the door
Friday, February 12, 2010
Feb 10 2010 Day 101
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