fission
sky high
and fluttering
and flickering
and fissuring
and fissioning
sputtering and spluttering and
spitting and spuming
and frothing inside
and outside, the eyes are the only
window into the madness
the fear
and the coming apart
that I feel
whenever I walk into this place
...
good morning class, how is everyone today?
Posted by Hans Andersen
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