Abigail's Ghost Follow

School bell rings, classrooms empty, everyone goes home
Save for one girl, the model senior has the teacher alone
Says she’s fallen way behind and needs some one-on-one
Saunters over, taking out an essay she’d begun

Anxious students should not be ignored
But encounters like this seem untoward
All week long she’s been so tightly wound
So she lets her guard down

Student thinks she’s hit a snag and needs another take
Teacher looks the paper over, points to a mistake
Leaning over ever closer, interest as her guise
Student meets the gaze of teacher, pining in her eyes

While the ring on her hand screams to run
Nothing’s heard as her blouse comes undone
Inhibitions and clothes hit the floor
There’s a knock at the door