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.
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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.