My eyes glaze over
from the problem set
in front of me.
It literally makes
no sense to me
whatsoever.
It's like looking
at a foreign language,
I swear.
Gritting my teeth in annoyance,
I dig the palm of my hands
into my eyes
in an attempt to wake myself up.
I've been working
on this assignment
for the past two days
and have made little to no progress.
I want to scream.
Throw my water bottle
across the room.
Smash my chair
into a window.
Rip out my hair.
Cry.
Scream.
Sleep.
I watch as the clock ticks by,
my leg bouncing
as I tap my pencil repetitively
on the desk.
8:12 pm.
I let out
an aggravated groan.
This assignment is due
in the morning.
And there is only one place
I know I can go to
to get help.
One place I swore to myself
I would avoid.
But if I turn in
another incomplete assignment,
I would be even more screwed.
Fuck.
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Until I Rise Again
PoetryCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
