![]() PoisonA Poem by Chloe![]() A class project where I was to mimic a poem's intonation but make my own words. I based this off of Sylvia Plath's The Mirror.![]() I am cylinder and tiny. I cannot have any flaws. Whatever I touch, I pierce immediately. But not with harm, only to prick the surface of skin. I do not destroy, only prevent- The negotiator of flaws, needle point. Generally I remain tucked away in a closed drawer It is dark, and cramped. Within it I remain sterile To not damage the one I touch. But I change. Plastic is removed to let me do my work.
Now I am poison. I have a job to fulfill. To prevent the natural process of death. Women come to me to escape their fear of aging. I see their pain, and advertise my power. They come to me with an eager approach and anxiety. I am absolute to them. They always come. Everyday I infect another woman to ease her. Through me they have killed their year, and caused a cycle of pain Working inside them day by day, like a bad addiction. © 2011 ChloeAuthor's Note
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