The sun rose again. Hell awaits
Car starting, crank, AC on bumps on the road. Im
really fucking tired. My stomach is churning and burning, stabbing,
That coffee isnt sitting right, it wants to fight.
I have to lock my doors. Im gonna be late!
Dash to class, up the stairs, hair in my mouth
Coffee processed, coming from South of my belly button,
I dont think Im going to make it. The toilet beckons,
Pull my pants down, wait some seconds
Relief.
Now I'm late to class.