Classes dismissed.
On the final day,
she walks lonely
and slowly into the car.
The door
bumps her head
and she's traversing
old lands
again.

She said
he'd never take notice,
but she never
fakes it either.
She never pleads 
with her captor
but it's after the fact
that things get tired.
And undiscerning 
takes over.

The bold and
the breaking point.
Always boiling over,
always toiling
with the soldier
of misfortune.
He takes another look.
But the blinds are 
drawn.On in marker.