Seated in the study room, I shuffle through the documents
Transparent glass doors and windows surround me
A room of glass
I could still feel his lingering touch
His sickening aroma
I study there, trembling
He is still staring at me
Stop it
I look away, but he attacks and tramples towards the door
Open
A loud thud, there he is, racing towards me
hunting me down
Go away
Creep.
-teacher
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custard and cream: a poetry collection
PoetryA gut wrenching collection of well-thought poetry that discusses important topics that need to be addressed. This includes mental illness, feminism, equality and assault. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ "Lovely and possibly more!" -Amanda Lovelace "Great for pe...
