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Jul 2
A *** of glutinous soup
A bowl of burnt rice
A glass of cold water,
And a cup of insanity.
"Enjoy!"


The soup isn't creamy--
It's too watery,
And it's paired
With chewy chunks
And bitter bits
Of so called ingredients.

The rice isn't actually burnt,
It's simply too hard.
Paired with harsh, little rocks,
And salty bits of...
something.

A cup of insanity--
"What is this? It looks like goop."
"A piece of raw dirt."
"Made of human."
"And the water..."
"It's not even water."
It's just something that hurts
Inside your throat.

...I spot a pair of eyes
Staring straight at me.
Why are you looking at me?
Stop it.
Hey, what are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
Stop it.
Stop it...

I can stare down
This silver reflection
Topped with human organs
...Forever.
I won't stop until I want to.

Racing thoughts are having their race
Not a single one loses.

...I end up putting it in my mouth.
I gag.
Yuna Mireille
Written by
Yuna Mireille  13/F
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