Crashing hard down on this parade of
Lights, sounds, love, overwhelming happiness
Converting inward to myself, collapsing
inward to the center that is craving this delicious dance of the high
Drip it in my cup
Lace it in my tea
Place a strobe light behind me
Give me glowesticks, a lovely face
And you'll see
A collapsing girl hyphed on this function of the brain
Spinning around in a frenzy
Trying to get that high again.
XXX
Author notes
About a girl who is addicted to E and wishes to stay on it forever to get over her insecurities and depleting happiness.
A contest entry
- Twenty Seven by Judith Chandler.
525 points, ended May 11, 2008, 8 entries
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That captures the mood, all right. Dangerous but fun and written quite succinctly.
Thank you for entering my contest.
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