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Too much coffee,
wide awake
five hours away
from my next day,
sleep taunts me
through my husband’s snores.
Meanwhile, my tired mind
spins and spirals
repeating every shitty thing
said about me to my face
and behind my back.
I fucking hate that frigid bitch
and her eighth grade attitude.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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