My vision is blurring
I'm standing,
hunched over an acrid smell
and a toothbrush.
My hair is damp and sticky,
clinging to my sweating face
and the nape of my neck.
My eyes are watering,
- no, more like crying -
my stomach is ruptured,
my tongue is bleeding.
My head is spinning
spinning
spinning
I'm dizzy,
I can't see,
I can't feel,
my mind hurts.
I'm on the ground,
eyes rolled back,
stomach caved in,
my front bathed in acid.
An hour later,
I stand up,
change clothes,
and prepare to repeat.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Tainted Youth can be so beautiful sadly, we all seen to be in misery, Good write although a bit confusing, I can appreciate the poetic imagery you provided, a deep poem that can go in any direction!!
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I agree with the other comment. You call my structure beautiful. You always make your poetry got on roller coaster rides. Up and Down until it comes crashing with an amazing ending to make you wanting more.
by the way thank you thank you for the kind words, I'm just starting to pick up writing again. And hey, email me sometime okay? -
terrifying.
like seriously, chills up and down me spine.
brilliantly written.
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