Infiltrated Lungs

Bell rings,

Seats screech,

sea of scholars rush,

doors release us, 

sun warms,

lungs fill with clean air,

then I suffocate on the toxins,

the cloud of Nicotine infiltrates my lungs,

they contract,

scream for clarity,

I hold my breath,

bypass the perpitrators,

find safety in a new seat,

seats screech,

bell rings.