Feelings of a Rock
The professor carries me into his science lab and washes me off in the sink.
Dang! This water is cold!
“Granite, feldspar, a bit of hematite,” He says on Monday, explaining me to a class.
He does this over and over with many classes during the week.
I scream “He used me to kill his wife!” but no one in college speaks rock.
“You are an evil professor!” I yell at him.
No one hears me.
So I keep his secret in silence.
Angry as hell at him.
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