Asphyixiated, Bleeding Through Deadly Arrhythmia

Sun, 10/18/2015 - 19:31 -- Cdojs

Bang. I snap awake, cold air swooning me to return to bed. The blankets are inviting, but the alarm beats into my ears. Click, snooze, click, no more. I ready for school, muscle memory allowing me to mentally prepare. Metal screeching, bus door opening, I sit down. Arrival, I get up and get pushed about, stumbling off the bus. Walking, walking, turn, walking, walking, now I sit. I wait. The bell rings, ringing, ringing, ringing, ringing. I can’t stand this sound until it stops. The teacher speaks, spewing some sort of superficial soliloquy unto student's semi-conscious sense of sound. In one ear, and banging around before leaving through the other without a minute of thought. Five paragraphs with works cited. Format. Font. Fucking rules. I stand up, breathing in the air choked out of my writing, any happiness asphyxiated by formality and rules. I walk up to the defendant, prosecuting the alleged killer of creativity with my eyes and thoughts. These words are dead, I tell the jury, with no breath or freedom to fall happily upon loving ears. I hand the judge my evidence, and soon rest my case. My silence speaks volumes, even onto deaf ears. The teacher thanks me for my paper, and I sit silently, skulking and suffocating in silence.

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