Into class they file slowly

Toe to toe as she surveys

From her place above them all

She grins over the blank parade

“Plea—“

At her right hand slick white sheets

Are covered up by filmy black

She paces back and forth

Listening to the pencils clack

“Please hel—“

The heads of all I cared about

Are drowning in a pulpy sea

Of ruler lines and equations

As she lays the laws of chemistry

“I need hel—“

She’s gobbled up our atoms

Our hope and passion nulled

And when she’s finished glutting herself

She still can’t be controlled

“I can’t—“

She take the littlest one first

Pulls her below the graphite sea

And when the silent cries finally cease

She comes back just for me

“…”

I cannot tell her that this is wrong

With the predator and prey

But is it right, in high school?

Teachers weren’t supposed to be this way