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by Auburn
Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2161972
About a teacher I had in the past.
To Mrs. J

A thin, boney excuse of a Mother.
A zap of emotions just like the hairs on her head.
A flash of heat brings anger.
A constant stutter of a one-sided conversation.
Silence brings clarity.
Noise brings chaos with frustrated cleanliness.
Her voice can be soft and gentle.
When it isn't, it's like thunder, in short bursts.
She's like a full bottle,
always overflowing.
Her eyes are static, and her ears are cotton.

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