Poetry · Writing

after it all

i watched the way you moved

studying for the exam

no extensions or sick days

show up and shut up

i can’t fail:

in the morning mirrors will be broken

glasses will be shattered

my reflection will carry my sorrow

in baskets with ribbons

and the bell is my nightmare

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