fifteen minutes
I spent fifteen minutes on that bench
first at my locker
then the hug & nails ground into my ribs
his hands barely touching me,
his questioning look
(and then I felt tears coming
too close to the surface and
I couldn't stop them)
finally I sat, scrunched into my smallest form
trying to hide from this suffocating world
she pups out of nowhere and
pokes me declaring "chorus room"
I want to scream in her (stupid)�face
"I know where the fucking meeting is"
but I barely choke "detention" before looking away
fifteen minutes
passed before I asked where to go
trying to hide my need to cry
[my need to cut
fifteen minutes
I suffered before I could leave
and now
forty-five minutes more