Someone walks the halls,
picking up this and thats.
Someone comes behind,
replacing everything alphabetical to the stacks.
Tests end and classes do too.
Paper cups reach garbage cans.
Pencils are collected and sharpened.
Anxiety vomit cleaned from stalls.
Chewed off fingernails swept
into baskets along with
muscle balled notes.
Bookmarks are removed.
Trash cans are end upped again.
Skeleton keys turned and lights
turned off.
Toilets are flushed and mirrors polished.
Shoes to their bin
and cross stitches sewn
to close broken skin.
Yawns are taken.
Bathroom stall questions asked
are answered in marker.
The aggression erased
with steel wool.
Dust is swept and sprayers spritzed.
Vacuums run and museums built.
Little by little.
Before morning dares to touch to a cheek it's lips.
