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A Sudden Sinking Feeling in the Bathroom at a Goth-Prom House Party

A Sudden Sinking Feeling in the Bathroom at a Goth-Prom House Party

Never a hand towel.

Cut my finger gripping the chipped sink.

Blood runs down old toothpaste-chunks.

Muffled music leaks under the door,

punctuated by impatient knocking.

Someone’s deodorant and the stale urine

of eight consecutive girls.

Vague ringing in the ears amplified by

myriad liquors and saccharine.

Bloated. The taste of the absence of water.

Strum of the guitar I don’t have.

Flaccid, droopy face sags in the mirror,

looking somewhere just south.

Anxious feet outside, calling, calling.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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