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take fifteen and lie to yourself
by Morgan D Hafelepuss oozes
from the infected cut.
a slug crawling
from my inside- to
my out- praying
for anything
to remove -this-
taste of blood.
and i bite down
still feeling tin-
and -steel between
tiny teeth
holding gallantly
onto gums left bloody
cracked and stained
from nights of debauchery.
chemical stains
and coffee smiles
choking on cigarettes
greet -this- broken
mind in all directions.
i can't help but notice
her
draped over alone
singing sickening lullabies.
child- no more
than ten lays crumpled
dilapidated in the corner
body twitching
blank eyed
stares blindly into
my veins -cursing-
violently at me.
you have brought
nothing but...
laughter turns to
silence
and -we- soaked
oblivion dry
and the marks on
my arms are nothing but
reminders
of addiction
-this- is the last time
she swore it. 06/22/2005 Author's Note: this is what 8 days on ten hours of sleep will do to you. don't follow my lead kids, it's a sure path to self destruction.
Posted on 06/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/27/05 at 01:07 AM I almost didn't read this because of the opening lines, but I'm glad I did, because that's how I feel on very little sleep (although not with the same images). The hallucinatory state of the images make me feel as if I'm in a state somewhere between being awake and asleep. Nothing seems real, or does it? I agree that the strong language make this poem - the reader has to be shocked or disgusted in order to understand.
~Chelle~ |
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