I crushed it.
I crushed it into splinters.
I crushed it into splinters to fill my lungs.
I crushed it into splinters to fill my lungs with chaos.
I crushed it into splinters to fill my lungs.
I crushed it into splinters.
I crushed it.
Now it's gone.
And so is my mind.
Author notes
6. Another one you swallow without a blow torch.
Artist credit: Ashamed by ~SlimDog53185 found at deviantart.com
Title: running on E - as in the blowtorch is empty - this was written in terms of a meth addict.
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 19, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive Criticism Welcome - Be Honest - Thanks :)
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Thank you for HM dear
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You're very welcome.
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