School has started and I'm already failing a class
I currently sitting in that very class
Science
My teacher's name is Mrs.Bruce
She's very loud
Intimidating
But she's nice to me, which is good enough
Right now she's at the front of the room, droning on about molecules
I'd like to say I'm learning something
But i know I'm not
My mind keeps wandering back to the box
The blood
The sickening need to help them
I shouldn't be writing this here, people could see
Specifically my lab partner
Their name is Baileih
I say "Their" because I don't know their pronouns
I don't want to be rude
In case they are looking over my shoulder
But that's just me being paranoid
I shouldn't begin to think about this
Not here
But here I am
The last thing I can remember is the cracked box
The smell of blood and dust
The ache in my legs is back
I think I might be ready to try again
I threw my body to the box again
Another crack
Another thud
I've almost done it
If I can open this box
Maybe
Just maybe
This shit will change
I could fix this
I just have to try again
End.
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Long Poetic Titles Really Aren't Necessary.
Short StoryI've had this written for a while now and i wasn't sure if to post it or not but, here it is! This is a collection of my weird-ass vents and I was hoping some of you could relate to them. But of you don't, I'll at least hope it was a good read!