Skipping Class by Emilie Wilson

Skipping Class

by Emilie Wilson

I accidentally skipped class-

again.

Oddly,

I don't care except for

a mild sadness

that Mommy and Daddy

will be disappointed.

There's also a fog of an idea that my grade is suffering.

But what's a mild, sad fog

compared to harsh, scraping

memory swords

that make me crave unconsciousness just to escape them?