The pink carpet glares up
as I sit at the u-shaped set of tables
with the rest of the class.
The teacher stands in front of the blackboard,
but there’s silence.
It drags out, thick and dark
becoming a void that eats up the whole room.
It’s coming from me,
as I try and fail to figure out the equation I’ve been asked to solve.
As the void reaches me, I blink,
jumping forward.
The assessor is waiting just like my teacher,
but her fear is clear
as the sea coming from my eyes
threatens to drown the room.
Treeshallow Musings 