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Poems – My sister’s glare

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May 12, 2015 by Alan

My sister’s glare feels like needles stabbing the back of my neck

Like ice cracking under pressure,

Like finger nails dragging across a black board,

A light breaking overhead,

Like dropping a brand new computer off of a skyscraper,

Like cutting off my legs and one arm then falling into lava,

Like having my own black lightning cloud overhead,

A fire drill that never stops,

Like dropping your phone out of a helicopter,

Like falling face first into dog feces


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