Satellite images.  Status confirmed.

Sit in class while my stomach churns.

Replacing the distance covered in time

To find the right rhyme, to make it inside.

It’s alright, no longer have to hide.

Scattered.  Breaking.

Vibrate.  Quaking.

Bodies shaking.

Disintegrating.

Swooning and pale, go back to my seat.

Blinding lights, incredible heat.

Shouting and laughter swell from around

And astound me.  LOUD.  Can’t control the sound.

Spasms and shivers, rolling inside.

Lurching.  Charisma?  Faking: “I’m fine.”

The planet shifts and throws me back.

Shut my eyes, keep in the gag.

Sweating, all cold.  Run to the door.

There goes reality.  Collapse to the floor.