Winter and Steaming Coffee

Bathroom Stalls

We never had much but the words on the walls

Stories and blood on those crumbling bathroom stalls

The only excuse to escape the torturing class

And cry in the bathroom, look out the window glass

Reflection in the mirror, blood stained sink

All alone to your thoughts, the deameaning words you think

A break in the prison, your mascara dripping

Thanking God you could miss the class you're skipping

We've never had much but the words on the walls

Stories and blood on those crumbling bathroom stalls