Killing Friday

In the hall, push and shove,
Fight to the death, bruises and blood,
Screams and flying fists,
We're all crowding in for the hits.

The tension after, it's like a disease,
Infecting and blazing, eyes that freeze,
It's murder fever, restless heart syndrome,
We're all looking for someone to ruin.

Anger and jealousy, sickly sweet melody,
He's gonna get it now, I said he'd better watch his back,
The forecast is fire, a side of bitter desire,
We're all waiting for a chance to attack.

Tables turn, and it's misery and shock,
Pain in her words of a gruesome demise,
She's scratching her fate, ripping the paper too late,
We're all hiding secrets behind gleaming eyes.

Odes to self-hate, burning in hell,
Desperately reaching out, stories to tell,
She's not alone, I'm reaping what I've sown,
We're all a little more dead now.

Author's Note

This poem is about Friday, December 9th 2011. I wrote it the day after, while I was getting over one of the biggest shocks of my life and just trying to process everything. The day started with a terrible fight in the hall at school, in which everyone present (including me) got hit or shoved around, and there was blood and screaming and then, afterward, you could feel this tension that was so unbelievably thick and heavy. Later, my friends and I all panicked because I one of my best friends was acting in such a way that had us all genuinely concerned. This was life and death-- I remember chasing her around the school during drama club because I was afraid she was about to kill herself. And I remember putting all my own problems with someone else who meant a lot to me aside, and just trying to hold it together, because everyone around me was falling apart.

It's called "Killing Friday" because that's how I think of it-- the day everyone was out for blood and a little piece of me died.

Sorry for the really long Author's Note, but this was such an emotional poem to write, and publishing it now and trying to explain it just brings it all back.

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[Extant]

"Secrets behind gleaming eyes", we're all so innocent and sweet until the blood spills and then we choose to survive; for other people, for ourselves.
Schools are crazy and only seem to be getting worse.
Lovely rhymes.