Addicted to Education

I pour myself a shot of English 101 and taste proper sentence structure,
feeling the sting of predicate nouns in my throat.
I chase it with critical thinking and analysis,
buzzing from the intoxication of MLA format.

I roll Intro to Geology into a Zig-Zag paper and lick it closed,
tasting the grime of sandstone as I light the end.
I inhale the friction of tectonic plates,
feeling the high spread through my body as Pangaea morphs into continents.

I spot a line of Intermediate Algebra from the corner of my bloodshot eye.
Rolling a page of quadratic equations into a straw,
I snort polynomials and feel them burn the lining of my nose
as they sending me deeper into empty sets.

I pick up my glass pipe and pack it to the brim with World History,
striking a match with the grenades of the World Wars.
I breathe in Zyklon B from Hitler’s gas chambers
and choke on the bitterness that is the Holocaust.

I tie off my arm with the bindings of my US History book, forcing blood to bottleneck,
and thrust a syringe loaded with Women’s Suffrage into bulging veins.
The euphoria of an oppressed past rushes through my limbs,
leaving my brain overdosed and body slumped on the floor
like a pile of used textbooks.

Addicted to Education

Elizabeth De La Cruz

Modesto, United States

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Artist's Description

I wrote this in my creative writing class and has been published in the August edition of The Pedestal Magazine at

It represents by feelings on being a full-time college student as well as the hiatus during the summer – sometimes I just can’t get enough of studying and the stress that is involved at times.

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