Spent the morning teaching quadratic equations to teenagers who have no idea their teacher is the reason the sky has been bleeding ash for three weeks straight. The absurdity is almost as delicious as the memory of last night—how you pinned me against the chalkboard after parent-teacher conferences, your hand covering my mouth to keep me quiet while you fucked me from behind. I could still smell the dry-erase marker on my fingers while I came, thinking about how your cock stretching my cunt felt more real than any mathematical proof. The world is ending, but my lesson plans are done and my pussy still aches from you. A perfectly balanced equation.