Pencils with bitemarks and bitten off erasers at their tails
Walls, yellow despite being originally white, wears its color like a stain
Colorful drawings scatter across those yellow walls
Ripped out textbooks with doodles on some pages lie across the twenty desks
Underneath those desks are pink hardened gum, stuck their for who knows how long
The windows, dusty and gray, only every washed by rain
That very window shows rusty jungle jams and withering swings about to snap
The whiteboard stained with year of uncleaned ink remains as it is
Markers next to the whiteboard with unscrewed caps lies waiting, drying out its ink
Eraser dung litters every desk
Doodles and pen marks stain every desk
The same old chairs from seven years ago remain in their same exact positions
Trash bins full of worksheets from last class teeters on the edge before falling down
Wooden bookshelves with chips on its side and dust sprinkling on its surface
New books in those bookshelves lie awaiting for a reader
Withering flowers in a cracked vase stands its ground next to the window, drying out
Plastic water bottles, half empty with scratches stands on some of the desks
Backpacks the color varying in shades of the rainbow, all except one
A black backpack slumps next to a desk, tattered and fraying
Green and rectangular, the chalkboard with messy handwriting mocks a concerned woman
About the Author
Siha Park is a high school student who writes poetry rooted in observation and memory. Her work often revisits ordinary moments and examines how attention shapes experience. She is currently developing her voice through independent writing and workshop-based study.
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