The End of Study Hall

Dark-black, poised lashes stand like burnt forests

Surrounding white whirlpools

“Where do you go?” I ask the current

The waters beckon me.

I follow until we reach the island

at the bottom of the sea.

Light greens and browns swirl. Startling.

Anchoring me to this place.

The world shakes. At once:

force propels the ground,

the charred trees plunge together,

blackness.

You look away

I check my watch

No time to chat.

I’m running late . . .

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