clutched in my hand
lies a parchment
words they say, it reads
scrambled thoughts
syncing unceremoniously

unprovoked thoughts from
my soul to the page
a euphoria, soon dread
who knew how eyes pierced
through your heart

stutter, stumble significant
scary silence, snide snickers
sick stomach
survive stares, say something
school said scholars

let them know the control
squarely lies in sweaty palms
a clown they want
so don’t tell you are looking at
a gathering naked, just black socks