Ivy League

Beginners. So much refusal. To acknowledge the leaves have fallen.

Can they taste the truth that contaminates my blood. As steadily it multiplies. Surging in the darkness under my skin. A swarm of cockroaches inside these walls.

Nothing.

Everything.

A cold, petroleum kiss. A ripped panties stare. With clenching vertebrae I devoured the pain in their every footstep.

I was only a beginner. And there are so many ways to climb. Or fall.

Learning. Like a pliers to my throat.

So this was my tuition?