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More drugs. (Free verse) by darby pyn

I have an itch. it’s a permanent scab peeling at my skin I feel my fingers grab. satisfy the urge purge your reservations inhale the pollution taste the frustration. I need more drugs! with my palms squeezed tight around my uncles wrist laying on the grass in a suicide fit. only fourteen and I seen too much. I feel the blood rush through the rags I clutch. I need more drugs! for my mothers O.D. and my dads D.U. I. for my sisters rape and me not killing that guy. for my favorite aunt paralyzed from a crash. living too young and dying too fast. I need more drugs! and all you motherfuckers with your elite disapproval all you thrift store chic with nothing beneath. your no style fashion much too cool for description I got the prescription for your latest addiction and while you spin in your skin and shake that smug interaction I’ll take satisfaction then follow that action. I need more drugs!!!

pennymarie 1-Aug-05/11:22 AM
oh I hope that you are not talking from experience.. but if you are this is very vivid and very emotional.. been there on the other side of the fit and I no it's no fun actually it's pretty scary stuff.. but well done in description!

Penny




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