Linear Crimson

Tue, 03/03/2015 - 11:07 -- sophiac

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A seventeen year old cocaine addict

was the first human

to ever evoke

a sense of belonging

within my barren chest.

"You're goin' far kid."

The tetrad of words

uttered

from her blistered lips;

reverberated

within her decomposing nasal cavity.

The words

seeped

into my brain,

leaking

into my cranial being.

Satiation commenced to nourish

my abysmal famishment

from such praise.

My tear ducts were filled to

capacity

as I came to the realization

that

our worlds

were not so different.

For her lines

were made of powder

and mine

of crimson.

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sophiac

a tale of my first hospitalization due to my depression, this was an experience that changed me.

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