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The day a poet didn’t die-1: The melodramatic poet

A night in fragments—
Breath reeked mildewed regrets,
and static collided behind my eyes.

I tasted shattered neon,
sipping cheap club gin. 
Even alcohol can’t silence the poet—
I mock her perfumed clichés,
but still draft her eulogy
in thrifted elegance.

“I hate writing blind,” I muttered
as gin bled through crooked verses—

March 14th, 
a drunk poet sighed— 
Her pen staged the week’s second tragedy. 

At least yesterday’s wasn’t on paper. 

Copyright © Jasmine Tsai

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