"Alright class, your promt today is to tell the greatest lie you can imagine."
The shuffle of papers filled the room, but it quickly died down to the quiet concentration of creative juices flowing. Pencils and pens alike furiously scribbled across the page, bringing to life the most extravagent scenarios their holders could imagine. After a few minutes of blissful calm, the atmosphere was shattered by the teacher.
"Now, find a partner and share what you wrote."
Chairs squeaked, partner found partner, and the silence of the room turned into excited discussion. One student, however, stayed seated. Amid farfetched tales of broken televisions, stolen vehicles, and alien encounters, she sat unmoving, staring at her paper. At the two words scrawled across it.
I'm fine.
YOU ARE READING
All that's left behind
Poetry"all that's left behind is a shadow on my mind a shadow cast upon the wall a silhouette and nothing more that is all that's left behind..."
