Here I put my writing and stuff. Yay. OK
The facts will do.
Stories are for children.
"..."
"No."
"No what?"
I was losing my nerve,
sweat rolling down the back of my neck.
I wasn't sure how to dress.
My mouth is dry,
the fan just stirs up dust and
I could smell it rising in the air.
I hardly blink at the images on the screen.
I followed along,
trying to look like I knew the score.
[Your next poem goes here]