Apprehensive demeanor
Silence in the rooms
The clock struck two
Information we've heard
Is a mentally broken earworm
2000 words fly in and out
Unclear instructions
Parades for the death of creativity
Unnecessary student teacher drama
Literature from two centuries ago
Refuse to speak of the present
Heavy, sluggish eyes
Nothing of value
Memory wasted away
Skin dehydrated and pale
Eyes rolling backwards
Looking for stimulation
Monotonous places to go
Fatigue in the rear view mirror
A chorus of yawns
As they speak non-stop.
It's time.
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Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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