my head hits the common room desk and
are you okay some people preach
they strike me as
some friends
and i
i start to bleed and it reaches
my forehead before my head
reaches the common room desk
again with intoxicating impact
and it isn’t even mine
before i bled but now i bleed
from head to chin to neck too
i smile
are you okay
i laugh
and blood anoints the common room desk and
i fall through a door and
i fall down the stairs and
are you okay
the fool i
i laugh but can’t see
and i am in the library
and i rush into the library
and the woman says
you can’t come in here
and there are men in suits
and i scream
fuck off.
M. D. Wheatley is currently studying for a Creative Writing MA at Royal Holloway, University of London. His work has been published in The Guardian and I Am Not a Silent Poet, often taking a protest stance or exploring queer issues such as sexuality, pornography and gender performance. His Twitter and Instagram are @md_wheatley, and more of his works can be found at https://www.mdwheatley.com
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