fluorescentflower0quiescentchild
She'll touch your cheeks with her smooth fingers, and round up all those lovesick boys. She'll take you into the darkest corner and kiss you, sending locust down your swollen throat. Then she'll leave you alone, and point at you as you two bump in the hallways. She'll point with that crooked wand of hers that strokes the neck of the boy next to her.
I can't move my legs, and it's rather scary up here. I can't breathe, and I don't see her anywhere. Not even the claps of approval will guide me through this bow, this moral of them all.