Spark.

A slightly psychotic poem of a dream i had...

I sit on the table and pull out a lighter.
He's sitting behind me. Bet he thinks im cool now.
The teacher is gone, wherever. Spark.
Pick up the test about something
i dont even care about.

Spark. My eyes go from the lighter
to him working harder than ever.
Spark. And it burns. I enjoy the flame
with a devious smile, if only he knew
what was going on in my head.
My hard work burns and its warming my skin.

I'm creating a plan. Spark. Hardcore plan.
The scissors, on the teacher's table
Pierce his throat, i plan
to put out this fire with blood.
The car just out the door,
90 miles per hour, him in the trunk.

Then to some river, any will do to get rid
of this devious deed. Watch his
body slowly decease into the water.
Until he is gone. Spark. Lighting
the paper seems silly now.

I put out the soft flame and
hand the paper to him, to check
the answers. And I smile. If only
he knew what was going on in my head.