I can store emptiness
until infinity,
but the rust
sometimes
eats its way
through the roof
of my mouth.
There seems a tingle
in the hazelnut
you call your
iris.
Author notes
Title has nothing to do with drugs.
30 words.
Walk the cramps off,
go meander in the cold
A contest entry
- Quickie: 30 words only by Rizzie.
370 points, ended September 24, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nice work!
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Wow!
Indescribably keen. I loved the rhythm. God bless you in this competition.
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nice write
thanks for entering
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