Literature
Familiar
I keep returning to that place.
I haven’t set foot in these halls for over 10 years.
And the bell never rings.
I shuffle cautiously through the halls.
The low light and dim fog.
Every passing face is a dark shape.
Trading whispers with each other.
I’m not afraid-in fact, I feel released.
It’s odd, the place of birth for many an awkward interaction.
Every poor presentation.
Every fearful announcement.
Every fractured relationship.
Is a place of utter bliss.
I don’t wanna wake up.
I enter the room, i sit at the desk.
Taking my usual position, my head buried in my arms.
Please just a few more minutes.
The faux wood feels real here.
The metal bar that bristles my ribs feels real.
Please, don’t send me back out there.
It’s cruel.
Nothing you did to me compared to out there.
I take back everything I said.
The dim light hums over my head,
as chairs begin to scrap around me.
A breath
A gasp
A muffled voice.
Damn it.
