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track marks

by Ava Blu




i wondered what it would be like with that needle would i accidentally break off the tip inside my vein would i feel any different would my eyes close for the last time
i tried to see past the idea of ending something and beginning it again but the emotions behind the desire overflow
there is no love here there is only possibilities and mostly failures
there is no sex here either, no burning touch when the thing you most desire finally presents itself
there is nothing but the empty track along my arm and the falling in-between
i tried to hear past the rumbling in my bones but it felt caged, the sounds felt muffled and i couldn’t get the broken record to stop repeating
i wondered what the needle would have felt like if had been in someone else’s arm, someone else’s mistake
would my heart explode from the thinking or would it all just end the same way it began with traces of doubt tied to a kite string
letting go until it snaps and the kite disappears in the clouds.
 

11/07/2018

Posted on 11/07/2018
Copyright © 2019 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Matthew Sharp on 12/06/18 at 06:56 PM

Yeah... me too. Ive seen so many things come to life from the decay of what was supposed to be dead... Beautiful... I'll always love you.

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