schrodinger'd

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i of course was face down

against the ashen desk

in the detention room

and the snickers of the world

finally woke me up 

yet the teacher gripped my arm

my heart caught fire

in its steel encased

wire mesh cage

when her breath

fanned against my ears

"fuck me,"

maybe she did fuck me, maybe she didn't

all i know is i've never felt so dead and alive at the same time

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