The Drag Race Pentina Project
We arrived at the airport terminal;
“The trip was delightful, I had such a wonderful time until that fly buzzed over to me. I nearly fell into that depression on the side of the road, and I lost my wallet. I looked until I lost any hope of finding it and terminated any further chance of finding it. It was a little depressing, especially how it stood out in stark contrast to the delight the rest of the trip had been. All that lost by a fly, who buzzed up to my face.” He paused, looking at the plane flying down from above. “I just hate losing, really, I’m delighted to win, but it just reminds me of my grandpa’s terminal cancer. It feels like I’m battling depression again. Depression is like a fly that sneaks down your throat and drives you to the point where you’d do anything to terminate that insect malingering in your body. You’d kill yourself, losing a fight with a mere bug.” I looked away to the light above, unwilling to stare at the light reflected in his eyes. “Depression is malignant. Your winning condition is not losing, and you fly away but it catches up even at an airport terminal.”
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This section is dedicated to my poetry inspired by RuPaul's Drag Race. There's at least one poem per contestant in the completed project. All of the poems are written as pentinas.
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