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Epidemic

Arm outstretched,

pale eyes defeated,

is it veins

or anguish

that's unclotted and bleeding,

 

staining ivory skin

and numbing the sound

of memories tainted

woven and bound

to the girl in the corner

who's desperate to drown.

 

Yet as the high rises

so must it fall

and the ivory of her arm

she will stab once more,

 

around the corner

and across the street,

my generation is dying

with every needle that seeps.

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Melissa Gentile

Sun 9th Apr 2017 02:59

Hi Martin,
Thanks for reading. The topic has been on my mind these past few months, and I guess my feelings finally found the words.
Thank you for the feedback​ ?

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Martin Elder

Fri 7th Apr 2017 17:37

This is a tough subject so beautifully described, puts me in mind of Neil young's song
'I have seen the needle and the damage done'
I fully understand this as I have seen the damage done by the needle to people.
good poem

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