It is a whole different life beneath the sheets -
A furious struggle; the body crumbles
and the mind does too.
The eyelids close but are forced open
by a churn from the inside -
only to look at white; to look into white.
Pure White.
More Struggle.
This time, with a sudden chill beneath the sheets.
Glassy drops of sweat appear on the body
seeping out menacingly from the inside -
each bead carries something sweet.
Candy Sweet Poison.
More Struggle.
This time, for a dose of candy.
"Just one more time. I promise."
"No."
The sickness is on its way.
A contest entry
- Critiques by Melissa Gayle.
1650 points, ended September 4, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Honestly, I am not sure how I feel about this, it is definitely over puncuated -
but I am not quite sure how to critique
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