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Shooting Pains
We first shared
Needles like a kiss:
They gladly affected my skin '
Warming my blood,
Boiling it, bubbling
Into pure, sweet
Euphoria, flushing
My body; drying my mouth.
Our flat was soon littered
With spoons dripping with soot;
Burnt black from cooking up.
Bent into question marks.
Elastic bit at my arm,
Gorging, like the cheap
Patterns lining our walls,
Streaked red.
I count the holes in my arms
Each one of them red:
Festering, like
An obscene mouth
Hanging open:
Waiting
For the short shuddering
Warmth to envelop me.
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Comment by: Idainne - 2007-12-12 18:51
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Strong imagery very good, enjoyed it lots
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Ha you'd have to excuse my weridness by calling it almost 'bittersweet', there's something about this poem that's essential in raising it from it's gritty, hellish position, as though you were following the path of the drug through 'sweet euphoria'.
Nice one! :D
P.S. I'm looking at doing creative writing and eng lit at probably East Ang or 'Aberjfabhfojbrj' :P. Can I be a bit curiuos and ask what the course is like to aaaactually do and such stuffness?? :D |
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| I think you've made me picture this perfectly. Very nice work. Although, I dont like this image.. : |
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| nice one. very dark but realistic. great imagery, Love it! |
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| Is this about Pete Doherty? Just kidding. It's GREAT. The imagery stays with you. You've got skills. |
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