She sits and waits
On a chair that is hard
With a neck that hurts
And an eyeball that stings.
She sits
So stiff
On a chair that is hard
With a neck that hurts
And an eyeball that stings.
She sits
And the hand on her lap
Has a joint that cracks
With a neck that hurts
And an eyeball that stings.
She waits
On a chair with a leg that creeks
And the hand on her lap
Has a joint that cracks
As the knuckle snaps
With a neck that hurts
And an eyeball that stings.
She waits in the room
And the vent to her left
Has a motor that raps
As the TV hums
While her lip snaps.
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Great rhythm to this *
Love it! *
Yes, beautiful cadence to this.*
Fascinating juxtaposition of gritty and child-like.*
Unfortunate choice of title.
*Sara, this is beautiful!!!! i love the rythem and the language; thank yu for the imagery that this brings about.
Subtle, razor sharp. Should come with a warning label.
Good one.
Bouncing along to the rhythm. Cracked my neck, but still smiling. *
Love the title.
I like this one too
Love it! Is there anything else that could go wrong?
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Nice!
;)
It is full of pain and anxiety.