Skool
knock away
scrape away
take my brain apart
leave the gears
and metal bits
for a brand-new start.
why waste time?
cram your rules
of steel and cold.
room with a falling ceiling
don't crash on my head
or I’ll end up dead
down
on the floor
when the cleaners shut the door
and ill sink into the tiles
repeating dust til sore.
Copyright © Lia Martin | Year Posted 2019
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