The Line
April 10
April 18, 2022
I walked into the room
Hands shaking
Eyes down
Feet unsure
Body trembling
Heart hurting
And
Mind wondering.
I looked up
Books open on the floor
Papers scattered all around
Chair flipped on its back
Window opened, cold wind
Board filled with numbers
And
She was gone.
I walked straight to the table
Eyes searching for answers
Feet avoiding each paper
Heart beating loudly
Hands gripping my shirt
Body shivering
And
Mind worried.
I reached the table
Important papers carelessly unorganized
Red fine-tip marker left open
Right side of the table pushed 7 inches forward
Glass of water spilled and shattered
Pile of folders leaning to the left
And
A bookmark elevated from the table’s surface.
I moved the folders
Folders are emptied
Corners are soaked
Edges are rough
Seems are torn
Tops are labeled
And
A notebook underneath.
I picked up the notebook
Cover is red leather
Outside is still dry
Pages are unevenly cut
Bookmark is sticking out
The latch is slightly opened
And
A pencil falls out.
I opened the notebook
Pages are textured
Off-white color
Writing is in pencil
Medium pressure was used
There is a ripped edge
And
A line on the next page.
I studied the line
Part of a w is visible
Medium pressure
A harsh line connected to it
High pressure
It tore the page
And
It speaks of pure fear.