people are laughing
and snickers echo
through my nerves
making me shake in fear.
(if feels like i'm drowing)
in embarassment
in anxiety
in fear
but
anger is
building
slowly but
surely it grows
heating my face
clenching my fists
pressing on my chest
because i'm still drowning
(still drowning)
my eyes fix upon the linoleum floor
following the cracks
of years past
shoes scuffed and
knees scraped from the hands
that pushed them down
as a result of injustice;
an unfair system that
preys on the weak and
(outwardly)
i n s e c ure.
i feel the pounding in my head
the usual
race of the pulse
a rush of blood to the face
but no one notices the
pain in the trembling
of my limbs
of the blood that is
se e p i n g
from the cut on my lip.
no one sees the determination
in my eyes as i brush off
my knees and drag myself to
stand.
(i've had enough)
no more jokes―
i'm not a joke.
no more games,
i'm not a toy,
i will not be thrown aside
when the little boys and girls become
bored
no.
i breathe in and out
preparing the words
that come out of my mouth.
the school hallway grows silent,
just the sound of my
(heart racing,
hands shaking,
voice wavering)
“the saying goes, love others as you would yourself.
clearly everyone in this school
must have extremely low
self esteem.”
my words ring in my ears
as i stumble from the crowd
leaving gaping mouths
some smirking
some turned down in a
frown.
outside is cool
and calm.
blue sky settles on my shoulders
and i can’t shrug off the
feeling of
triumph.
two years of their play is already long enough.
YOU ARE READING
When Infinity Ends
Short Story❝ you feel infinite. what more could a human desire? ❞ in which a nameless girl wishes the stars would fall and her infinite sadness would end. © 2017 salmonskinroll
