I'd grown used to the
scratchy, raspy tone
of phlegm-laced throats;
had long-ago resigned myself
to mid-night hacking
and convulsions that
ripped through torsos--
tearing at lungs
and vocal chords
without any shred
of mercy;
had even accepted
the rapid rise-and-fall
of chests, and the
hurried beat of
overworked hearts,
furiously trying
to keep the blood
flowin';
I could knock out
a pack 'n' a half
in less than a day
(without blinking
an eye).
but I wasn’t
at all prepared
for the look
on your face
or the poison
in your words
as you mumbled,
“you know that’s
fucking
disgusting, right?”
♥
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I love this!!! It's awesomely written. Superb word usage. Love the ending. And yes, it's kind of heartbreaking, but also funny...as you said, in a 'damn..ouch' kind of way.
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perfect ending line.
loveeeeeee itttttttttt.
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GREAT poem. You really pulled the images together well and got me feeling like I had just woken up in the middle of the night from that hacking cough...wonderful. and love ironic ending!
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I have been there.
It's to bad I'm such a bad influence and he started up soon after.lol.
Another awesome poem
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HAHA, omg, that last stanza was amazing!
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Thank you, lady. I'm glad you laughed. It's kindasorta supposed to be a bit funny. But in an "oh damn/ouchh" kind of way. So I'm happy you got that from it
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