Testing

Testing

A Poem by Angelica

Papers fly at me like a flock of seagulls
scratching at my skin as I take my pen,
sword high in the air, and cut through the tests
pecking at my flustered skin.

 

Though a sea of red comes drowning me
as all my mistakes are marked out as foul fish
polluting the ocean and all that live within
its depths.

© 2008 Angelica


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Added on February 29, 2008