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Cough, Bloody
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Tuesday, 19th July 2005 @ 06:27:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My stomach is sitting very close to my chair.
my eyes are flashing red and yellow.
And still I am no one I am not even myself
I am accustomed to dirt of the earth.
There are cramps and they cripple me
my eyelids are winced
My clock ticks even faster then now.
I am rushed and I am in a hurry and I must
face my life with my teeth pointing forward...
Black hair is knotted in a very curly mess.
Unshaven is me and my skin still bleeds.
Cotton will absorb nothing but nothing
will embody my life and my lungs.
This is black and this is tar
This is sticky and enveloping.
This is myself being rushed once more and this is my life
no more than a bloody cough in the palm of my shaking hand.
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SensitiveSoAbused
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2005-07-19 18:27:24]
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Re: Cough, Bloody
(User Rating: 1 )
by Lips on
Monday, 7th August 2006 @ 03:20:45 AM AEST
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| Very interesting poem.. i hope i h ave this right! Is it about dying at a very fast pace? Anyway I enjoyed reading it ! :) |
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