We Have History Together

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We Have History Together

I spend class burning holes
into his skull with my eyes.
I know he can feel it. I barely mumble
out answers when the teacher calls
me. I sit silently, staring, teeth gnawing
into my cracked lips, tasting blood
and counting the seconds until we can escape.
When the bell rings, I try not to hang back, rushing
out into the halls to be eaten alive by my peers.


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