Stairwell after school.
He grabs my jaw and I crash.
His tongue's down my throat.
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This senryu was written in response to the Snafu Senryu challenge issued by Vocal: "Capture the essence of an awkward moment in a senryu poem."
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Emma Kate Gee
Thrift queen and photography peasant seeking creativity and community. Lover of dogs, antique stores, and homemade bread. Writing hard and clear about what hurts.
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Comments (3)
LOL. how did I miss this one. This is beautifully awkward haha! Autobiographical?
Eww.
Lol, that must have been awkward!