last night my best friend took lsdA Poem by Heather Hasselli cannot write any kind of poem that would do event any justice. drugs, man.
i saw you lose your mind
or rather i witnessed your body after your mind went awol you talked in endless loops and writhed across my bed smearing blood leaking from your knees and shattering the old mirror on the wall your mind is the most beautiful i have ever seen even in that primal instinctive state you made sense at least to me at least in that moment you thought you were dying and you stripped completely naked you didn't understand life and why we were here any answer you could come up with had to be wrong because if you understood life that would make you special and you knew you weren't that special but the wild look in your eyes said otherwise but you don't remember any of it but i won't ever forget it © 2013 Heather Hassell |
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1 Review Added on September 16, 2013 Last Updated on September 16, 2013 AuthorHeather HassellAboutMy name is Heather Hassell, nineteen years old and I live in Baltimore, Maryland. I write because I'm still trying to find my own voice. more..Writing
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