In this bar works the girl with the superpowers;
waiting on drinks, she walks past,
rendering tunnel vision
- the world a shadowy eclipse
around her smile -
and as the night goes on
her drinks poison
with cotton-mouth.
Words stick on the tongue
with her super-glue;
but if only she knew
she could be free,
if only she would reveal
her secret identity.
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