Kaitlyn K

I glance slowly around the room

filled to the lid with empty words

and minds wandering

and hearts hoping. 

I pretend and I blink,

reminding myself I am one of them.

Like an orange painted red

in a sea of never-ending teacher symbols.

They speak in and out

incomprehensible. Slow.

The field is crisp beneath me

but the knowledge, the pencils

shrivel up the further I walk. 

Suddenly, rapidly, without warning

I snap back.

The ball smacks my helmet

and I fall. 

Spinning silently

like the leaves turning their evercoming brown.

And the voices reach crescendo.

And the minds fill the space

to claustrophobic once again.