Poetry / "Glass;Kristina"
Kristina telling herself "No!"
Bree crawls up inside her screaming "Yes!"
They tell themselves their not crazy,
But oh, yes, They are.
Kristina and Bree combined into one
To become one moster smoker.
Both of them lighting the glass pipe,
Both of them inhaling the smoke,
Both of them getting higher and higher,
Both of them exhaling,
Both of them smiling,
Both of them crashing,
Both of them not caring.
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Did you have to write a peice for class that was based on a book?
I think the poem really captures them pretty well.
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3: they’re not their
4: should They be capitalized?
6 monster
like the repitition towards the end too.
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