AcidA Poem by Nicky BooI have no idea
The insides are rot, full of disease which manifests as the ghost that haunts the inside. The internal landscape. The dance of fairies that sing about death. I have ventured into this place. I have being lead here, but by choice. All that bores into an empty core. A hollow space. A useless wind of defiance farts. All eyes look into the nothing and I hear a voice. It speaks with images. It makes no sense. The paper door, the acid that I took, grips so tight and what it squeezes from my heart I fear to see. Oh, I don't know what I am. A ghost. A mucus slivering to the bottom of a pole. All is slow and I believe I will never leave.
The Acid Incident. Unknown child. I must make order of everything. © 2014 Nicky Boo |
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Added on February 15, 2014 Last Updated on February 15, 2014 AuthorNicky BooBoosbeck, Cleveland, United KingdomAboutI am professional illustrator, but write in my spare time and hope to be published one day. more..Writing
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