i distinctly remember writing the following in pri 6 and editing it a little in sec 2
i am wowed by my literary talent

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I stand naked in the bathroom
water over my shoulder
already wet with sweat

shouts of quavering bitter happiness
shrieks of poignant laughter
playing skipping laughing crying
what with? when with? how with?

what’s in a name?
let me tell you what’s in a name
in a name there’s expectations –
definitions –
a galaxy of stars waiting to be coloured
with a nicely sharpened colour pencil
(preferably yellow)
maybe even a marker.

I owe an essay
I take that back
I owe four
maybe even more
I will do those later

and now it is later
one month, to be exact
they lie on my desk
clean and pristine
not unlike sheets over lifeless bodies
mortuary graveyards hospitals

hospital –
garden of sorrows
seeds planted deep beneath stone
with shells sharing chevrons,
chevrons in shades, chevrons in shapes

someone knocks
I have to leave now
goodbye, solace
kisses for the water
hugs for the steam

my mark on the foggy bathroom mirror
through the letters I see
oh, what an ugly creature
who is that in it?

I get out
(15 minutes late,
and no one says anything)
there’s water in my ears