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. :)

Submitted: July 25, 2009

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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.


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