Unfortunately, my inspiration was not something pleasant, but rather the incredibly annoying individual in the class who really shouldn't speak. Or be there. And why is her hair pink?
I do not understand.
An air of superiority hangs about her--
unwarranted--
like Beijing smog, and sickens me.
Each word: an announcement.
(Selected for an obnoxious air,
and empty illusion of importance.)
The smugness is palpable.
It stains her eyes as she
fixes them on each face in turn--
deliberate.
It drips out the corners of her mouth
and paints the cloying smile on.
Each word brings the bile to my throat.
1 comment:
Zebbie Watson. You are my hero.
...All your diction dripping with disdain... perhaps?
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