She watched
hourglasses & egg timers
as minutes took the
shape of years
and caffeinated
word vomit spews
from her tear ducts,
because she never
really learnt how to
breathe,
sleep flavoured
realities pull her
further out of touch
with dreamscapes,
strobe lights and
hairline fractures
in filaments have left
her close enough to blind.
A contest entry
- Insomnia by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 2, 2007, 17 entries
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"Because she never really learnt how to breath"
ahhhh.... my friday, wifey, genius! -
Nicely done! The first stanza is my favorite. It feels like my life. Thanks for entering.
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"and caffeinated
word vomit spews
from her tear ducts,
because she never
really learnt how to
breathe,"
Fucking breathtaking.
God, you're amazing.
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wow this was amazing. I loved the imagery and the poem flowed beautifully. Great work xXx Ree xXx
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"because she never
really learnt how to
breathe"
i absolutely adore that line.
kinda like i adore you.
♥
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