Dark Alice Comes to CallA Poem by FlatDaddySometimes pain itself is a disease.She gnaws jaws and claws like silver to a vampire burning fire ripping, tearing through my back down my leg nerves ripped from deep inside screaming, seeming like I'm dreaming so damned unreal skin, muscles bones breaking, taking me to places no man ever has been or wants to be please god oh god yes god I CALL ON GOD! to make her stop! -- on fallen knees my pleas "Jesus! God Mohammed Budda ANYONE!" scorch my lungs and burn the very air my hair must be on fire the screams awake the house the block the universe must know must see me writhing on the floor my body twisted in bizzare tortured ways sirens wail lights so bright flashing in the night white coats flapping soothing voices "there there" whispered in my ear hands grasping hot flesh tears pouring out in waves, ghostly grey, soaked in sour sweat needle in at last firing up my arm and slow: my wife's stricken face sails away in clouds of fog her eyes too large morphine drags me down at last.
She's gone.
"Alice threw the looking glass," someone heard me mumble
© 2011 FlatDaddyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorFlatDaddyAustin, TXAboutFormer performance poet, actor and singer. I was injured in 2004 and no longer perform. I have written for many years, mostly performance oriented material. My injuries have caused me to be restri.. more..Writing
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