The staircase next to the lunchroom
Full of passing people's apathy.
Alone, she keeps her tray full
Staring for twenty seven minutes
At the white cinder-block walls
And the railing that separates her from death.
She contemplates eating and looks down.
Her thighs suppress her thoughts
And her mind begins to wander.
It wanders to a world where she isn't alone.
A world where she's happy.
The bell rings.
Her full tray stays with her thoughts
And the apathy of passers-by
In the staircase next to the lunchroom.
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