She is shaking and trembling,
Prespiration beads upon her brow.
Her breaths are coming fast,
Her heart beats even faster.
She has a sinking feeling in her gut.
She sits fidgeting in fear,
Folding into herself.
Afraid to look up,
To meet a single persons gaze.
Terrified she'd recieve a black eye.
Flashbacks with phantom beating,
The tasyte of old blood fills her mouth.
Though her demons are not in this place,
They seem so real,
It's more than she can take.
Keeping the tears at bay,
Unwilling to show any vunerability,
Knowing she has failed.
Unable to control her betraying body,
She prays that no one notices.
Minute into minute,
Seems so long and drawn out,
Watching the clock,
Hoping she can hang on,
Til the time comes when she can bolt.
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