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Charlotte’s Whack

Ava Minor, The Crimson Chronicle Staff Writer

October 28, 2024

I study the blankness of the walls

I can’t think if no thoughts are in my halls

I’d go back but you’d call me wrong

I know if I return everything will be gone

I’ll never step into what once was

Just cut the tangled wires off my arms and

Let my knuckles release their tension

I was happier when I was

Underneath suspension

I’ll never step into what once was

I assemble my web

That you come and rip down

Because i’m taking up your space

Swat me, I hit the ground

And you shriek at my sight

My bracelet fiddles as I topple over puddles

The ones he couldn’t meet to carry me over

Pull my hair and rip my ruffles

Ruin this till I feel older

I’ll never step into what once was

With fear glazing your face

I bite because you bother

But venomous, i’m not

I never meant for harm

But you started to bleed

So it became clear to me

I’d be crushed into your palm

Poetry

Charlotte’s Whack

I study the blankness of the walls

I can’t think if no thoughts are in my halls

I’d go back but you’d call me wrong

I know if I return everything will be gone

I’ll never step into what once was

Just cut the tangled wires off my arms and

Let my knuckles release their tension

I was happier when I was

Underneath suspension

I’ll never step into what once was

I assemble my web

That you come and rip down

Because i’m taking up your space

Swat me, I hit the ground

And you shriek at my sight

My bracelet fiddles as I topple over puddles

The ones he couldn’t meet to carry me over

Pull my hair and rip my ruffles

Ruin this till I feel older

I’ll never step into what once was

With fear glazing your face

I bite because you bother

But venomous, i’m not

I never meant for harm

But you started to bleed

So it became clear to me

I’d be crushed into your palm

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