No No No

No No No it says a little momento of a soul with which I imagine I identify I can see her there crouched in the stall armed with her key scratching deep without restraint blowing away the cloud of the chalky wall which sloughs off like snow I can see her there trying to rein in her eyes the recent memory of numbers and words falling away like the skin of the wall, in the stall on the eighth floor of the study hall I can see her there clawing with fervor hoping to share the damage the frustration that singes her chest, the regret that shreds with the papers in her fist, her best try No, No, No I imagine her slipping away from a foothold watching the flood waters rush in and consuming the wall her tower, reduced to sand A witness to the aftermath I know her- this resounding no is a way of life and I, a college student am not prepared for my exam tomorrow Oh no...no...no