Do the Math

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Staring at your crooked handwriting on the blinding whiteboard,

As crooked as the dark thoughts circling my mind like vultures.

 

My eyes are-

Gaping holes taking in theories and proofs.

Gaping holes,

Can you not see the blackness-

Engulfing me.

 

How can you expect me to care?

When the paneled lighting above me,

buzzes like an inescapable mosquito-

in my ear.

Setting off bombs in my head.

 

I’m screaming-

Look at my face.

How can you not see it?

 

“This is elementary math.”

 

Come on.

 

“You can do this in your head.”

 

Look at me-

Do the math.

 

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