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By Sharon B., Westwood, MA
Pumping
pumping
pumping
I stop
eyes wander to the plugs,
bright red light
hiding underneath the
PRECIOUS BUTTON.
My fingers hurt
numb from tapping, tapping, arched over keys.
My brain hurts;
exercise is unusual.
Meaningless assignment,
crazy syntax.
A Logical Solution
seeps from my head:
YANK IT!!
Work, work, work,
words, words, words,
stored and forgotten.
Who will mind if I erase it?
Pale grey flesh
attacks black rubber cord,
Pulling
pulling
pullin...
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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