The Edge of a SunsetA Poem by Kaela CravenEvery addiction has its sickness
I've almost grown to love it Because when the vomit comes To the tip of my tongue -
When I see the marks On the touch of my arms -
I know I've been there.
I've been to the edge.
A sunset of forgiveness And I haven't fallen off...
© 2009 Kaela Craven |
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1 Review Added on January 9, 2009 AuthorKaela CravenTucson, AZAbout"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..Writing
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