Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II

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It hit me full blast
In an instant,
Crack
I fell
It poured over me,
Rushing and coursing.
The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form,
“Really?”
One mocked.
“You didn’t know what we were,
Who we were?”
I could feel the next wave coming.
The war was constant,
The battlefield was littered-
I looked up,
My name was being called.
Oh,
The real world
I forgot.
I panicked,
Started to talk.
“There are five different kinds of crude oil, you separate them by-“
I started,
My dad interrupted.
“Who’s she talking to?”
I thought I was talking to you.
My mom laughed,
“Oh, she’s just talking to herself,
To the voices in her-“
She stopped,
Her eyes widened,
Realized what had come out of her mouth,
We sat in awkward silence.
The dam had broken,
Preparations had to be made.

Emily is in her fourth year of Political Science. She loves studying and academics which follows into her research work. She's a stern black coffee drinker and is a proud Acadienne. When she's not working or doing school work, you can find Emily listening to 70s music on vinyl and watching Parks and Recreation. If you ask her about parliamentary institutions, she won't stop talking.