*Today was the wake for the I.S. 666 student who was shot a few weeks ago.

His death
emptied a desk,
but filled their
mouths.

The grief-stricken
girls can't do
schoolwork today,
because their
reason for living
didn't have his own.

Another one inserted
himself into danger
without thinking.

They will run
towards anything that
breaks the monotony,
even when it threatens
to break their lives.

The thought of being
mourned, fleeting
celebrity until the
next tragedy,
becomes them.

They dream of how
much they will be
missed, thinking
not of how much
they will miss.