Vomit

Vomit

A Poem by w
"

No winners in Russian Roulette

"

The only bullet
was in my hand

 

so imagine
my surprise when,

 

after spinning
the chamber
and squeezing
the trigger,

 

everyone else’s screams
were drowned out

 

by the sound
that preceded
heaven erupting
and the deluge
hitting the wall
of our makeshift
hell.

 

I will never forget the cop
that ran back out of
the abandoned mobile home
in order to let us watch
him vomit.

© 2012 w


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Even the most hardened, seasoned hero's take a dive out the back, this is so raw and stomach churning, I love it's real effect on my senses, albeit difficult to see, hear and smell. This happened with my sisters second husband, it was horrendous for her, well, all of us. You've conveyed it ...almost too well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

This is a true event from my teenage years.



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This leaves such an impression. There's no beating around the bush, no extra details, just the raw scene being painted in one's mind. Very nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me of a write I did about a woman putting a bullet through her brain after years of abuse and about the cop who found her.. It's raw and intense and that's why I like it, because real people make choices like this daily..x

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

w

12 Years Ago

I wish it wasn't, but this is a real event from my teenage years.
Lily Mae

12 Years Ago

Mine too.. and some days still...

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Added on July 3, 2012
Last Updated on July 3, 2012
Tags: suicide, russian roulette

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w

Cincinnati, OH



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I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade. I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..

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