The whole poem had an airy and heady feel to it. It was very pretty. Lovely work!
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Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
She swallowed down the liquid,
feeling it burn in her gut,
all the way down to her soul.
She was tired...
not the kind of tired that happens
when you don't get enough sleep--
no this kind of tired lived in her bones.
She slept often,
sometimes in the middle of the day.
She let it overwhelm her,
consume her...
it was better than facing the day.
She knew it was her fault,
her failed choices had led her here.
Sometimes, she stayed up days on end,
her muscles aching with need to rest.
Paranoia ran through her veins,
her eyes wide as the clocked ticked on and on.
Two days? Three?
Who is counting anymore.
She breathed in the smoke,
letting it sting in her lungs.
Coughing on the exhale--
there was a burning ecstasy in this.
She closed her eyes,
shaking her head against the constant onslaught
of anxious memories.
She was not there,
it was over now...
Sometimes, it could have been a dream.
If she closed her eyes,
it could have been a dream.
Three years of torment--
three years of drugs, and death, and love...
She didn't hate the way the wood grain danced,
and when the world turned neon purple, pink, and green.
She got lost in it,
for a while.
She gets lost a lot, it seems.
She swallowed down the liquid,
feeling it burn in her gut,
all the way down to her soul.
Perhaps she'd get some sleep tonight.
This is Kaos here for a review!
She swallowed down the liquid,
feeling it burn in her gut,
all the way down to her soul.
She was tired...
not the kind of tired that happens
when you don't get enough sleep--
no this kind of tired lived in her bones.
Nice, I liked it quite a bit. I love how this poem is not like the common poems that rhyme and talk about light and cheery things. While those poems are nice I do enjoy a nicely written, deep and/or dark poem. This poem was told about a woman who was trying to forget about her past, so she turned to what it seems most people turn to when wanting to forget or ignore or make feel better horrible memories....drugs and alcohol. It burns and stings and yet she doesn't care for anything is better than being back where she used to be. Well done
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