Pop
the blue first, then the white darling.
Give it just enough time to get your blood boiling
before it slows you down.
Slice it.
One hundred thirty six,
How many more can you make
in that one damn spot.
It's only an inch long,
wide. A pretty little square
ripped apart from the outside in.
Drink it in.
Throw back another swig,
Vodka, rum, crown.
Any of them will do.
Each bitter in their own way,
so drown out your sorrows,
make the world disappear.
Drifting away into a land
where there's nothing but
your demons in your dreams.
Author notes
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
~Reaper Man, Terry Pratchet”
Depression.
Meh. Try as I might, the depressions catching back up with me.
A contest entry
- Emotions Crying Out {Options} by newnoakua.
550 points, ended June 16, 2008, 92 entries
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Comments
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Ah...such beautiful writing from so much darkness....that Terry Pratchett quotation is so vivid, so full of meaning yet so untrue!!
I love the last lines and its warnings that taking yourself to these places only gives those demons a licence.
I hope this wasn't (too) personal!
The title works well, the pilss and drink and demons all playing havoc together... Inside
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hmm... it has a nice flow and meaning. And I like the idea, the last line especially. However this isn't what I was looking for, sorry. Better luck next time.
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