This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UIC chapter.
The Power
In a daze
I’ve never seen her
Stop
Voices heard in the distance
Transfixed
She tunes out
Over and over
Insane
Reaching for her pocket
Blank thoughts
Draws it out
Monotony
Strawberry fever fills her head
Mesmerized
She wants more
To feel good
The cap comes off
It glides and glides
To feel clean
So she applies
Endlessly
Not a care in the world
Over and over
Neverending
The feeling is gone
On a mission
This really is happening
The class grows quieter
As the professor drones on
And on
It needs her once more
On and on
Calls her name
Pondering life
She sits in a trance
And stares
Applying
Re-applying
And applying
The chapstick
She is gone