Blood-shot eyes.
One more pill.
One more drink.
Both go
s
l
o
w
l d
y o
w
n.
Enjoy the numbness.
Your track lines
tear open and
s
p
i
l
l
onto the floor.
Author notes
Uhm, a random burst? I don't know why I wrote this either.
EDIT: For those who are confused, "track lines" are popped up veins you get near the injection site after shooting up heroine... Or any other drug.
... I assumed people knew that. Also, the "spilling" is a metaphorical term I use... Alot... Meaning that they're secrets are revealed.
A contest entry
- ~Give me your BEST Prewrites~ by Bean Sidhe.
1000 points, ended November 14, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I want honesty.... Pwease?
Comments
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With out reading your author notes i understood this...i really liked it...being a recovering addict myself...again...great write...keep on writing.
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Mmm. Much better! I love the intentional diagonal and vertical effects you employed here. This was short and hard hitting. Subject matter is difficult to contend with but then, isn't addiction always?
Good job! Thank you for entering and good luck! -
well i think it needs to be a lil longer lol. . . but it good it confussed my a bit with the track thing tho but hey all in all it gud.
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interesting...
i think you could perhaps add a little more. im not sure i get the track lines thing...?
other than that thnaks for the read
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