Jagged stream of consciousness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem written in a fit of anxiety, frustration and caffeine withdrawal. Enjoy and please review. :)

The glass egg fell to the floor—

Shattering into infinite pieces

Slithering down the creases

Of the dark spaces of the mind

Jutting out of my varicose veins

That run like cobalt rivers

Slashing through the stench of salt and rust

As the blood seeps out

Plop plop like a dripping tap

The sound.


Submitted: July 25, 2009

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pinkblackpink

wow so short yet, so emotional. ha ha i know how you feel it happens to me so much time, except the blood. I wander off to my own past and then get depressed like an idiot!

Sun, August 2nd, 2009 3:53pm

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Haha yes! Well I've never ACTUALLY cut myself, but sometimes I feel so angry and frustrated that I get depressed! Thanks for the comment! :)

Sun, August 2nd, 2009 11:49am

AKA M13 TheLeper

I dig this.

Wed, September 16th, 2009 5:10pm

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haha thanks. :)

Sat, September 19th, 2009 11:30am

Don George

Pretty graphic expose'; I like that, and some intricate detailing for such a short piece; made it seem longer.
I give it a yes

Mon, November 23rd, 2009 1:05pm

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haha thanks. :)

Mon, November 23rd, 2009 8:24pm

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