Six Days

On the sixth day

I lost my.

Not in a ha ha way

not the good kind,

the crushed pink units

of powder seemed to

want me to leave

this place.

This death

wants me.


I thought no sleep would

make a writer

out of me

out of death


the world had an ending

I could not figure

and left me

shivering in the dark.

◄ Among Bone

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Laura Taylor

Wed 30th May 2012 15:49

Big billy comedown - it'll do that to you, make you want to leave, that's why I left it alone after 3 fast and increasingly psychotic years :(

I like the sparseness of this - the feeling of emptiness, futility.

Do you think it might benefit from an ellipsis rather than a full stop after 'my'? Or would that make it too obvious?

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