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right. When I write I tend to write more then one thing at a time. My muse comes in short bursts of creativity, then it's gone for days. Also, I'm a dork and I have provincial exams on the brain right now. since I can't post the story I'm writing, (a friend of mine has right of veto) here's a poem in it's first very rough beginning stages, that could at best be discribed as 'cute.'
Biology
Breaststroke through waves
of notes and handouts
The study group mutinied
three hours ago,
tossed me over board.
I walked the plank blindfolded.
My last defiant cry:
‘Peritubular Capillary Network!’
cut short as I hit the pages.
Brutal anatomy diagrams
clasped their jagged edges
around my exposed ankles
and pulled me under.
Passing shimmering schools
of mitochondria,
my fascination buoyed me up
through inky clouds of DNA
Breaking the smooth surface
I sit cross-legged
suspended indefinitely,
nymph of a paper ocean.
Biology
Breaststroke through waves
of notes and handouts
The study group mutinied
three hours ago,
tossed me over board.
I walked the plank blindfolded.
My last defiant cry:
‘Peritubular Capillary Network!’
cut short as I hit the pages.
Brutal anatomy diagrams
clasped their jagged edges
around my exposed ankles
and pulled me under.
Passing shimmering schools
of mitochondria,
my fascination buoyed me up
through inky clouds of DNA
Breaking the smooth surface
I sit cross-legged
suspended indefinitely,
nymph of a paper ocean.