Turning the corner, then down the hall, heels click
to announce your arrival.
I stick my book under my pillow.
Feigning sleep, I hope you'll believe I'm sick
for I am truly afflicted with contradiction.
The clock on the wall mocks me.
Tick, tick, tick.
I know the final bell rang, indicating another day closed in my absence.
I rode it out at home with nothing for company but my
wicked fear of success.
©M.Scofield May 2, 2008
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