school, snakes, and time

papers squeeze me tight like a mummy scribbled on
haste of time, time crinkled 'round the edges
too much spilling from the that folded cup.

computer cord coils 'round my ankles i
bend over backwards to wipe the wet from my
puffy eyes lurch over forwards shoved to your

petite hourglasses squeezed into fabric tubes
that cost a thousand bucks and gashed bootie denim
i'll never compare to no matter how many times

i suck my stomach in in the warped reflection
in my bathroom where i scrawl last-minute
algebra notes on the rim of the bath tub

hourglasses and cords and papers coil
'round my ankles like snakes reaching
to the gray ether, put the power out

slip 'round my neck like a beaded choker
and if i fell today i know the last thing
these faded emeralds will see are

hourglasses and cords and papers
coiling 'round,
like snakes.

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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    fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence

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