first your heart starts
give a confident smile
try not to show you're dying inside
feelings do not exist in this very moment
then look ahead
only ahead
your eyes go cloudy
do not make eye contact
then notice you have hands
sweating so much a waterfall couldn't compare
shaking so much you forget what control is
then somehow your hands signal your legs
bouncing up and down with a haunting bob
but do not move your feet
the sound of shoes against medal is like a Chinese gong
proceed to grab your chest
just make it look like you're covering up that slutty top you're wearing
volunteer to leave with a friend
take off down the bleachers
your life depends on it
YOU ARE READING
dePRESSED LEMONS
PoetrySad, weird poems. Some short little thoughts. Maybe short stories in the future.