My Second Year

The recess bell screeches loudly Students cramped in quarters dismiss the high pitch Ding dong repeatedly it fires No one surrenders You and I dazzled Speak with eyes only Seldom twitching, gazing still Time trickles down in sinewy streams of desire we are fixed , motionless This ten minute break bleeds through the souls of our feet breaking our silence We retreat to separate rooms troubling distance between us. .