August 25, 2011
Long, absent illuminating corridor,
Dazing the eye's for what's to come;
Distant relief is identified,
Rotating door's screeching to a halt,
Crisp silence broken by the textbook assuring;
Hard comforts, tipped plastic cup abandoned.

Broad door shut , light creeps through the blurred glass,reflecting of the water;
Hyped for a low , hyped for a emotional blow;
Hinges expand and a short sharp inhale begins.

Level,buffed,metal bench as cold as the south west wind ,
Pale white skin blushed with roses;
Deep punctures through the cloth,
Scarlet red,
Distant murmuring blocked by deep reminiscing.

Paperwork lying for attendance, but never attended to.

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