Window Well

Sitting in a window well,

Rain drizzling down,

(not a pour, not a sprinkle)

headphones on,

looking busy.

Somehow I get more conversation

when sitting in a window well

than I do anywhere else in this school.


the person next to me

Skin is crawling

that noise, oh that noise

dry skin

flaking from the scalp

grates the ears

why must it be scratched

with such ferocity

why the constant noise

even when speaking

the voice tinged with

harshness and sarcasm

all that remains

is to peel back the skin

this soul escaping into the void

where the scalp does not make noise