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
but
the world had an ending
I could not figure
and left me
shivering in the dark.
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?