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This place isn't so bad
once you get
used to it
Until the tears running down
your belly and legs
become glue
at your feet
on the floor
Then you're fused to it
soon the windows and exits
become bare
brick walls
and your mouth
gets so tired
from running in circles
You can't imagine how
you ever
talked
at
all
You'll begin to
Forget
the sun
as it becomes
flourescent
lighting
the shadows
on your face
look like bruises,
you'll take
daily beatings
from all the things
you should
just
stop
fighting
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Your enjambment is interesting and makes the piece drip down the page rather gracefully. I like the imagery in the first stanza: 'Until the tears running down/your belly and legs/become glue' is quite imaginative (albeit darkly comic, imo)There is a typo with the word 'flourescent' -> fluorescent
Good stuff, Daniella
very vivid, a really interesting read. I especially like the first stanza it hooks you. I love the way you have laid it out, very sharp as the lines punch out at you. The poem is like a fight and then it just stops. Brilliantly in keeping with the ending. Thanks for sharing.
