Drill It Out

Inspired by the lockdown drill and debrief I had in school today

Cold hands on my shoulder that chilled to the bone

A school hallway, a morning like a dream. A class change.

Look up. Teacher, Miss Winston. 
Calm and clean Miss Winston.

 

She is the alley cat behind my house

She is the street fight on the corner
between kids who don't know better

She is eyes wide and hair falling out

and staring right past me

She is scared

 

Hands on my shoulder

Pressure, enough to hurt

but all she does is push me

through her open door

 

my books hit the floor

 

More kids are pushed in after me

till the hallway looks empty

 

the door is closed 

locked

 

Miss Winston

pushes again

 

We're under desks

behind chairs

 

Scissors in our fists and phones

to our ears

 

"Hey, mama. I love you"

 

"Hey papa, I love you"

 

Grandma Grandpa, Uncle Aunt

 

I love you, I love you, I love you

 

Miss Winston has no phone

 

Bang on the door

Bang on the door

 

She is calm

She is cool

She is a willow tree

 

Bang on the door

Bang on the door

 

She is shaking

She is smiling

She is being blown over in a hurricane

Her foundation strong

but will the wind be stronger?

 

Bang on the door

Bang on the door

 

She is not crying because she's blinking too much for tears

 

Bang on the door

 

It's okay, she says

Its okay

 

Bang

 

Her voice cracks as the door does

 

Bang

 

The splintering wood sounds like crackling fire

 

Click.

 

We will be okay.

twoblueviolets

OH

15 years old

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