two is a safe number.
Three, laughter. Back row seats.
One goes smoke and never comes back.
"Actually I think..."
"And adding on to that, I think..."
"But I think..."
"On surface level, at first glance,
the fact that she's
"I mean, look at the way she falls!"
at the way
"We are concerned..."
Yes, we are. Concerned.
Hair falls, heads bent.
Pencils fall, coloured pens.
Light falls. Light in eyes fall.
Passing shadows. Fake friends.
Oh I want out.
I want out so bad.