Washed Poem by chelle santos

Washed



they've poured antiseptic into my head
so everything that coming out of it is
consumable, clean, safe & dead.
anything i draw, think or write,
is necessarily vacuum packed
sealed, stamped, and white.

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Is this what they're doing to you in Law School? Pity. -war

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