she quit.
the addiction.
no one truely quits.
it soon starts again.
the pain.
the everlasting pain.
the blood beating against the floor.
with a cloudy mind
she watches the colors clash.
the glistening white tile.
slowly drowning in a deep scarlet-red.
yearning, praying.
perhaps it will all end tonight.
perhaps..
if she were strong enough
to bear down just slightly deeper.
the weak bitch.
A contest entry
- Hit me with EVERYTHING. PW OK! by z etoile.
375 points, ended March 28, 2008, 56 entries
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Comments
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Could be perceived as weak I guess but then the hell would be over, the habit of repeated torture seems to me this bitch is tough, excellent write..
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Fantastic. I love the range of emotions you've used, you really convey the subject's feelings. The title/last line are contrasting to the descriptions in the poem, which works really well. Great work
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Hmm interesting; addictions are hard things to break aren't they. Great flow keep writing.
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