a poem called morbid curiosity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: September 28, 2012

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the slice

the gash

the blood

the flow

the flush

the rush

the endorphins

spreading

throughout

the body

(sensual shock

to the brain)

the alcohol

the bandage

the cover-up

the revealing

the lie

the emotional

scar

the return

the hack

the gouge

the dig

the deeper wound

the blood pouring

the blood shooting

out like a fire hydrant

the flush like the

falls of Niagara

the larger rush than

before

the explosion of

endorphins

the orgasm of the

mind

the bliss

the alcohol

the bandage

the cover-up

the need for

more

the absence of

emotional

pain (blacked out

by the physical

each time you slam

the wound against a

table)

the lighting of the

cigarette

the twisting of the

burning flame into the

skin

the searing

the fresh new pain

undeniable & beautiful

losing the virginity

all over again

the wonder

the echoes of

destruction ripping up

the arm or the leg

(wherever the burn

occured)

the sensual explosion

the annihilation of the

emotions

the blanking of the slate

the smile

within

the analgesic ointment of

choice

the bandage

the cover-up

the painkiller popped to

curb the leftover burn

the bliss

the fall

the lay back in the bed

the control over one’s

life

no longer needing anyone

to listen

no longer needing to

feel vulnerable

no longer abiding by

the norm that doesn’t care

anyway.


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