Writing

I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty

And I look at the shiny gold

At the nice suits,

And I convince myself that 

That's me in those suits!

So I got in.

So I got in!

Isn't that a good thing?

I was expecting it.

I knew I would.

What chair?

I'm scared to ask

I know the answer

Kael sat hunched over the desk, quill scratching furiously as he used detention for what it really was—time to finish an overdue assignment. I leaned back, arms crossed. I’d already finished mine days ago.  

Professor Thale’s eyes flicked to me. “Alright, Ryder. Your turn. Go on—cut it.”  

Third of December, a day I could never forget.
I hold onto the sweater that was meant for me.
I ran to you, excited to share my day,
but your eyes were fixed on her
while we talked.

It all started with the big bang — the mighty "thwack"-ing noise that connected my body to the prickly embrace of the wood chips below. My descent from the jungle gym was far from graceful, solo mission "rescue Mr.