The vapors of my confidence slowly

moving away from my pores,

freezing my feet into place as

the daggering stares dig into 

my flesh, diminishing

that last ounce of self-faith.

Wishing to be at another place,

another galaxy where the

creatures speak a language

of encouragement. But the

shattering reality breaks my

daze, bringing me back to where

     I am...

at the mercy of the fire squad

of English literature.

I reek of nervousness,

the scent that they hunger for,

hoping my perfume overpowers it.

I breath in and out. Opening

my mouth to say:

"Ah, hell."

And from there I know

where my fate lies with that damn fire squad.