Afterglow

Fragmented eyes of the reader
You barely hear my words
as the class nearly closes
I’m frustrated by your lack
of focus
and your lack of foresight
if you could just see
that all of this is important
even the surface-y bad
the day in day out mundane
the lack of love and inner torture
the gay dead fathers
the parents in jail
then maybe you and I
could meet in the afterlife
in the warm glow of understanding
and the eternal bliss of the
Omniscient
Infinite
Divine.

Fear

I close my eyes

to see

what I cannot see

and watch as

the surface comes

to rise

the little children

coming late to class

my fear

encapsulated

in 30 seconds after

the late bell rings.

 

I open my eyes

again

in order to close them

once more

what can I see

this time?

Shining yellow

streams of

light

protrude

from the screen

into my

retina–

 

and then

I’ve collapsed

completely

into scary gray

heads

with big black

eyes

and I can’t

quite

write

this anymore

without looking

over my shoulder.

 

goodbye.