Cherry Twizzler Infused Vodka. A poem.

“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.” – Sylvia Plath

In this case the somebody was my sister, so we were destined to be old friends regardless of whether we puked together or not.  But it’s moments like these that strengthen sisterly bonds.  So here is a piece I wrote about the time that some friends and I decided to have vodka and candy for dinner, in true teenage girl fashion.  It’s a week late for NZ national poetry day, and heavily influenced by ‘Ode to a Grecian Urn.’



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