The Pencil Scrapes My Nerves
I can hear an anxious leg bounce
As the sound of pencil
Scrapes against my nerves.
Someone whispers
Numbers to themselves.
A girl sneezes. I mouth
"Bless you," and hope
She heard the air move.
Someone clears their throat
Like their words could help this situation.
As the sound of pencil
Scrapes against my nerves.
Someone whispers
Numbers to themselves.
A girl sneezes. I mouth
"Bless you," and hope
She heard the air move.
Someone clears their throat
Like their words could help this situation.