One Last Push

I’ve chipped away at all my nail polish
I’ve eaten the last candy bar
(and accumulated a small pile of food-related garbage)
my eyes have blurred over fourteen times today
and if I crack my knuckles one more time
I’ll probably be kicked out of the library.
my mind's still empty
and I’m praying for more time.

I think I’m hearing things
and the techno beats in my ears are giving me a headache
so I seek answers in painkillers with caffeine
(I thought caffeine was bad for headaches...?)

I know now I’ll be up all night
writing gibberish in hopes of a passing grade
not what you are reading now, though.
this is my study break.
(you know you’re a geek when....)
this is the vacation I give myself
from the horrors of the educational system
of third world countries, the country I claim citizenship to
(but have no pride in)
and the nation across the ocean
who lost 400,000 citizens in a matter of days
due to our invention of the atomic bomb.

I’m holed up in a corner
of the basement of the new social hub
of this school.
everyone has that glazed look
painted across their faces,
surrounded by caffeinated beverages
books, papers and discarded hours.

it is currently 3:37am.
and I wonder how long it will take for me to become incoherent.