I May Have Made A Straight A

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

I Began To Think Vodka Was My Drink At Last. It Didn’t Taste Like Anything, But It Went Straight Down Into My Stomach Like A Sword Swallowers’ Sword And Made Me Feel Powerful And Godlike.

I Sank Back In The Gray, Plush Seat And Closed My Eyes. The Air Of The Bell Jar Wadded Round Me And I Couldn't Stir.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.