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what i am
i am
the pink of my smile
the crease of my eye
bubblegum lips
and a savory kiss
i am
the shade of my hair
the curve of my skirt
a spark in the sky
not yours to call by
i am
a lover of girls
of women
of love
of softness
and beauty
i am
a girl,
dangerous
and beautiful
a whirlwind
is what i am
monika roams over natsuki's piece, green eyes silently reading every line. natsuki fidgets slightly, resorting to biting chapped lips.
when monika finishes, she smiles. "natsuki!" she exclaims, a dimple appearing on the side of her face. "this is amazing! oh my, i absolutely love the language in this! it's got this feeling, like- i'm safe. it has a very glamorous vibe, i'm proud!"
natsuki grins proudly, her hands gesturing at the notebook paper clutched between monika's fingers. "i know, i worked hard on this one! the language is simple and easy to understand, but the context hits you hard if you actually look for it," she crosses her arms, smirking triumphantly.
yuri approaches monika from behind, violet-shot eyes peering over her shoulders. they widen slightly and her lips fall agape. natsuki feels a sudden rush of pride at one of her best works, and she bathes in the spotlight.
"th-the wordplay isn't bad.." yuri manages and natsuki feels that spotlight being tugged away from her. "not bad?" she pouts and furrows her brows, yuri backtracks.
"i-i mean that, uh, it-its a very, very stark contrast from what you usually decide to go with," yuri tugs on the collar of her shirt, fidgeting with her blazer buttons before panicked eyes met natsuki's own. "what i'm saying is that- it's ve-very nice." yuri gulps.
natsuki grins wolfishly, giggling loudly. "aw, thank you, yuri! i guess your own fancy-shmancy poetry isn't so bad either." her grin dies down to a soft smile and yuri flushes pink, looking away while muttering her thanks.
monika looks back at the door, waiting for a pair of childhood friends to walk through. she frowns at their timing and coughs awkwardly, a tiny smile gracing the biracial girls face. "okay everyone! while we wait for sayori and her friend, lets read yuri's poem!"
yuri jumps at the mention of her name and scurries back to her seat, scrambling for her notebook. she takes it out and pushes it into monika's palm, said girl already flipping through the pages.
Inside
It is inside of me where I feel most comfortable.
It is when my fingers linger near my womanhood, that I feel most like myself. It is when I am in the most pleasure that I feel so full.
It is when I remember that I am different. That what I am is
long, socked legs
red, glossed lips
and the hungry, lustful smiles of men
and women alike.
It is what makes me feel so good,
inside.
It is what makes me
a woman
truly
and powerfully
monika gaps at the notebook; wide, forest green eyes drifting up to yuri, and then back to the book. then back to yuri.
said girl flushes fluorescent red. "i-its supposed to be a different persona!" she stutters, cheeks managing to blush a darker shade of ruby. monika stumbles on her wording too. "uh, woah. it's very g-good!" she attempts a wobbly smile and yuri mirrors her. monika's eyes scan back across the lines and her smile grows wider, more relaxed.
"yeah, actually- this is amazing! the persona in this poem is so open with her body, it's kind of inspiring, really!" she looks back up at yuri and grins. yuri blushes and tucks her hair behind her ear, obviously not very used to praise.
natsuki snatches the book away from monika and quickly reads it, eyes widening comically while she skims over it.
"this is actually not so horrible," she blushes and exaggeratedly pouts, pushing the book back to yuri. if it were possible, yuri's already crimson cheeks darken.
the doors to the clubroom suddenly slam open, revealing the figures of a certain special duo.
"sorry, monika!" sayori waves, "forgive me!" monika just sighs.