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[_hoponpop_]

Bubblegum-smacking, flitting around happily, body vibrating with caffeine, face caked with blush --
(my papery lips crackle as I smile, my joints squeak as I walk, my head aches)
I am weary of this drunken giddiness, I am.

Peel the bandaid off my thigh; my cut is throbbing with an urgency
I have not seen in a long time.
it needs to breathe.

Comments

i like it but i think i don't understand some parts

[_manybellsdown]

will you overanalyze it for me through email?

Re: i like it but i think i don't understand some parts

[_hoponpop_]

ah no the poem is by sylvia plath! i forgot to write that!