Tiles shaped like ten sided stars
make up the walkway we travel on
from screen to screen.
Artificial seaweed dangles from the
high ceiling and when you follow the
long ribbons upward they lead your eyes
to the mural.
It covered the whole ceiling in the same
way a fresh bruise gets darker and spreads
wider as the blood flows.
Students ate French fries and turned pages
in their various books while sitting beneath
it and left finger prints on the glossy tables
regardless.
People waiting anxiously for others by the
front is a hard sight to stay focused on.
They all just look so desperate for someone
to save them from their silence and distract
them from having to pay so much attention.
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