Poem by Emma Holmes, ’15
Inside her head, words
Smudged fingers, a mind run raw
Writing’s her disease
On sleepless nights, words
Empty coffee mugs stacked high
A leaning tower
Itching, scratching words
She’s afflicted by stories
Paragraphs her plague
Brain gone mad with words
She writes, not because she can
But because she must
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