the length of the shelf
is extravagant. no matter.

my collarbone is
throbbing from
an invisible
wound.

i take the silvermoonlight
ruler. once. twice.
inky black lines.

it's eerie & sinister,
feet shuffling down
the corridors. cascades
of laughter are swimming
up the stairwell.

i don't have the locker key
i don't have the answers
the time
the date

it's messygorgeous
just to be here alone.