staccato

streetlamp's shuddering turning to a grinning face

girl's mouth's stuttering nervous tics' shaking embrace

weight on chest he can't breathe it's something he can't fight

people in the crowd broken, illness like a quiet blight

 

one sits in the class, others' language a foul tune

it makes him nervous makes him anxious there's not quite enough room

someone turns to him and speaks he stands up desk loudly squeaks

pretends to read pretends to sleep anything to avoid speech

 

can you see it printed on them

can you see it in their eyes

disorder is silent- wears a body

for protection, as a disguise.

 

 

 

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