(apathetic addiction)A Poem by Mr WhiskersUnconventional style/phrasing, true storyWell, I was sitting waiting for him to realize I wasn't coming back and I felt it. Injected into my veins, springing up my nose and dissolving on my tongue. Apathy, my favourite drug. Ah yes, the open void that closes the heart, dulls all communications, bleeds out like a hole in the intestines. Lady Numb will take care of you, be the secretary of emotion and file it all away so you won't have to get bogged down in silly details. Be sure to dose up each morning before showing your face and as needed throughout the day........The night cold started to get to me, shiver breaking my mute scream into an odd giggle that always scares the s**t out of me. And then, a surprisingly coherent thought:"I thought it would hurt so much more, even though I am shredding on the inside-- But I've been expecting it for so long I'm already halfway through the grieving process." My old familiar shields, not the least offended I had lain them down in the first place, picked themselves up and arranged before me with out my command. Perhaps I should secure the fortress. Get ready for the war, for this was hardly a scrimmage and the next wave comes. © 2008 Mr WhiskersAuthor's Note
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Added on August 17, 2008Last Updated on December 25, 2008 AuthorMr WhiskersNew Albany, INAboutI'm 22yrs old, a redheaded female living in southern Indiana. I have a 5yr old daughter Ellie and 3yr old daughter Emma, and my life is getting better now that I have returned to the Love of my life. .. more..Writing
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