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NaPM 2016 Day 17

Topic 17: Write a poem inspired by rubber, rubbers, or things that bounce. Form : any Line requirements: 8 lines or more Get involved for free at


When I was eighteen I was claimed by latex attached to grunt and sweat, and not much else. It wasn't hard to peel me away from I taught you your ABCs, I know what you'll never be. Each day, a centimetre more would pour over my skin. The layers grew thicker, less sensitive, comfortingly confining. On the day I couldn't breathe, I was reborn. There was I, flaws polished out, hard and cold against the bed. One of us left; but I have no way of telling which of us it was.

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