Just cruised through this piece for my creative writing class. I wish I could just write the dang essay this efficiently. I would have been done on Friday with a splendid mark.
It’s the same as being trapped in a room;
ominous walls,
black.
I sit in the middle under warehouse lighting;
flickering, unforgiving,
piercing.
Back twinges, knee throbs, I’m in a cheap desk;
particle board,
wobbly.
Fleshy gears grate as I press my existence upward;
doomed ascent,
hopeless.
Towering above all but the ceiling and lights;
fragilely erect,
solitary.
Confinement of imagination and senses;
prescribed fatigue,
dust.
Chalk hangs ready in the air as I approach the wall;
stifling,
dry.
I take the chalk as I access the prescribed headings;
beginning, middle,
end.
Intro, thesis, body, torso, chest,
abdomen, core,
chaos.
I conclude I must start again, again;
aimless, confused,
pointless.
Each hollow word scratched to the chorus
of a classroom full of raucous kindergarteners
writing hate with their fingernails;
reverberating feedback,
failure.
