I quietly curse my
genetic weakness,
Which burns my throat
with arrogant sensations.
Vapors condensating in
nostrils, defeated I
give in.
The lasagna was good...
A contest entry
- 25 words of Craving by misticmoonlite.
725 points, ended March 2, 2009, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like this because at first I was like "Oh! Oh! I know, Alcoholism! ...Lasagna?! Wait, what?!"
By the way, quick question, whats the symbol in your photo? It looks like the Narcotics Anonymous symbol, minus the arrow. -
lol this was cute and well written and a suspense in the take of this poem, thank you for this entry...good luck
MM
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