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[aid] => mick
[title] => A depressive's binge
[time] => 2005-11-20 07:06:20
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[bodytext] => Light Flickers. Abstract shadows dance across hardwood boards. Sickly smell, aching head. Distorted images, focus into view – home again. Now, sober reconstructions form. A mosaic of memories. Remember, Vodka, Gin, Brandy – a depressives binge. But there’s more... A fight breaks, outside. Darkness. Then, lights, screaming, gunshots. Now silence. Head spinning, steal into the night, ravaged, elated. Running home. Quick inside. Hide the gun. Good! Now go to sleep! Don’t wake Do not wake! But sleep fails - and recollections, of last night have come. Now they cease. Fear sets in. Confused, frightened, scared! It wasn’t me – no – It was not! Looking down, a red jacket. No – a blood-soaked jacket! It can’t be! But wait! There! A sheen of metal, of cold hard metal – on the floor. It is there! Oh my god - it is there! There on the floor! It’s the gun. Cold dread! Tears streaming, heart beating, fall into darkness. I did it… Hours pass. Then sirens sound. Bright lights flashing outside. They have come. Panic now! What will I do? What? Now, yelling outside. What to do… Then, I know! There’s only one thing for it…feel the cool metal - smooth against my head. Fingers flicker across the trigger – must be strong. A gunshot - lights and voices fade. Fall into darkness - Then, silence! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 13 [informant] => quill_and_ink [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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