Day One, Day Twelve

Day One.

We all smiled at each other, prospective friends,

Day Twelve,

We hate each other, more than we can bear.

The darkness we've found in these halls has begun to transcend,

To rise up in ours souls as a sort of bile,

A poison,

A cultured poison to carry with us.


Day one,

I thought I loved those words, sprawled on pages,

Now they've become bars and locks,

Locking little inked cages.

They twist into chains,

Long branches in black and white picture frames. 


Day Twelve,

The world is big, and I am small,

Within me is well-established fear,

I hope I make it out of here alive,

Better yet, 

With my hands pinned to the desk,

I would like just to survive.


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