Forty Five Days In Hell
hornyatmorn
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Zazzles said:
Um... I find your snide remarks inappropriate and very careless.
Crim is like my sister and her pain is in no way cute
I am sorry if I have offended anyone's feelings. It was not my intention, I wrote without directing my remarks at anyone in particular, only replying in general to a drug-addict's cry for help.
I thought that I was free to play the devil's advocate and did so according to the invitation and the liberty provided by the initial post.
I was obviously wrong, so I deleted my post and I would be grateful if Zazzles also deletes the quotation of it.
Um... I find your snide remarks inappropriate and very careless.
Crim is like my sister and her pain is in no way cute
I am sorry if I have offended anyone's feelings. It was not my intention, I wrote without directing my remarks at anyone in particular, only replying in general to a drug-addict's cry for help.
I thought that I was free to play the devil's advocate and did so according to the invitation and the liberty provided by the initial post.
I was obviously wrong, so I deleted my post and I would be grateful if Zazzles also deletes the quotation of it.
Zazzles
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Done deleted, I'm sorry if I'm wrong ...
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Shhh. stay quiet
Shhh can’t you hear it? Shhh I’m about to go biolistic. Blood on the walls, and brain mater on the stalls Look! It all around some falling from the ceiling to the ground oh and the stink of decay everywhere and body parts full of nails. Can’t you just see it? Body peace’s in the trash the look in the eyes of the fear she saw last. A tear in her eye, oh and how she plead before he raped her threw the night then slicing her up till her cries died. He sinkers and laughs saying that’s one way to make time pass.
Shhh can’t you hear it? Shhh I’m about to go biolistic. Blood on the walls, and brain mater on the stalls Look! It all around some falling from the ceiling to the ground oh and the stink of decay everywhere and body parts full of nails. Can’t you just see it? Body peace’s in the trash the look in the eyes of the fear she saw last. A tear in her eye, oh and how she plead before he raped her threw the night then slicing her up till her cries died. He sinkers and laughs saying that’s one way to make time pass.
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Sorry it took me so long to respond my internet has been down for days sigh
thank you ML, Austin, Euan and Shh for fantastic heart wrenching each unique entries :)
thank you ML, Austin, Euan and Shh for fantastic heart wrenching each unique entries :)
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Hornyatmorn I'm sorry I missed your entry feel free to repost I'm interested in what you have to say peace Crimsin
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bump inviting more entries whatever your inspiration is come what may peace
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I havent slept or eaten in
2 days tonite will be nite 3
I am sotired i just need sleep
I can feel the craziness setting in
I cant go outside i dont wana stay inside
I havent done anything in in 36 or so
Hours i just wish sleep would take me
And let me give into the rest i so sorely
Need begging and pleading with the deamon
Inside my head just put me to bed
Let this weary head rest
2 days tonite will be nite 3
I am sotired i just need sleep
I can feel the craziness setting in
I cant go outside i dont wana stay inside
I havent done anything in in 36 or so
Hours i just wish sleep would take me
And let me give into the rest i so sorely
Need begging and pleading with the deamon
Inside my head just put me to bed
Let this weary head rest
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thank you Waterviolet for you heartfelt entry appreciated
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Just wanted to stop in to say -- [great comp!] I have been watching-- every chance I get! There is some really powerful entries for the equally powerful subject! Good luck everyone. :)
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thank you beautiful Angel for dropping in and leaving your thoughts :)
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"Impaler"
To her, he's a host - she, a parasite,
offspring of citrine streetlights and
whispers in the alleyways. Strikes the
unsuspecting, drinks them of their
warmth and security, fledgling under-
wing of some wry, chemical vulture. Brings
him the hard earnings she earns from the
earnest. He's a hunter now, stake in hand,
looking down on a leech - the kind that hook in
dark waters where you shouldn't wade. She's
got the tracks too, ain't dealing with no
ordinary vampire. Stakes her good, convulsing
on cobblestone that sinks down, warm like plumage.
Black plumage. Tarred plumage. Color of a dead crow.
All is night, all is water. He leaves her, knows
she'll wash up on shore and try again tomorrow. Lets herself
sink, can't swim underwing. Now she's got leeches of her own -
the kind that hook in dark waters where you shouldn't wade.
To her, he's a host - she, a parasite,
offspring of citrine streetlights and
whispers in the alleyways. Strikes the
unsuspecting, drinks them of their
warmth and security, fledgling under-
wing of some wry, chemical vulture. Brings
him the hard earnings she earns from the
earnest. He's a hunter now, stake in hand,
looking down on a leech - the kind that hook in
dark waters where you shouldn't wade. She's
got the tracks too, ain't dealing with no
ordinary vampire. Stakes her good, convulsing
on cobblestone that sinks down, warm like plumage.
Black plumage. Tarred plumage. Color of a dead crow.
All is night, all is water. He leaves her, knows
she'll wash up on shore and try again tomorrow. Lets herself
sink, can't swim underwing. Now she's got leeches of her own -
the kind that hook in dark waters where you shouldn't wade.
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thank you Robb for a great entry :)
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You're most welcome, your story reminds me of someone I knew, so I couldn't pass up on this one. Glad to see things are improving for you Best of luck
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thank you most kindly Robb
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Just to Feel Good
why do we have to hurt so much
in order to feel good
why God did you do this to us
chasing euphoria down street corners
anything to dispel the ghost
of sobriety
i wish i could hold us all
embrace each and every one
of us children who feast hungrily
at the needle and the line
for the happiness we were denied
because sweet child I know
of rooms smelling like antiseptic
the one cracked tile that looks
like a spider
i floated barefoot through
the debris of my life
NA books and 12 step meetings
orange juice and pall malls
the only comfort the smoke break
though I could not say why
except it was the only possible pleasure
the cravings for bath salts
and his hands
were intense
i didn’t like living
didn’t like myself
never did
how i prayed
on those cold concrete staircases
kept anointing my dry cracked lips with balm
though it never worked
eating Adderall like candy
its sweet blue drip
at the back of my throat
days where i could only
sleep to escape
furiously shaking the long red curtain
of my hair
fragranced by baby soap and sadness
i’d lie with my head to the wall
and remember
how he kissed my hand afterwards
what he did to me with his fingers
occasionally the small fits
where i’d learned not to be so nice
i’d complain about being patronized
like a child
throw around some harsh “fuck’s”
it felt good
there were no books except for those
about women criminals
lizzie borden and mata hari
how i ached to be one them
i’d write as a solace
to combat the slow-trickling ooze of time
chase away thoughts of him
when the luvox could not
i’d wait for goals
two more cigarette breaks
night meds
the spaces between
feel the lunesta kicking in
the straw in my purse i snorted from
stale from ivory bliss
crying ‘cause I couldn’t help it
moonlight was soft on the carpet
let me hold you now sister
together a small army we shall make
together we are one
why do we have to hurt so much
in order to feel good
why God did you do this to us
chasing euphoria down street corners
anything to dispel the ghost
of sobriety
i wish i could hold us all
embrace each and every one
of us children who feast hungrily
at the needle and the line
for the happiness we were denied
because sweet child I know
of rooms smelling like antiseptic
the one cracked tile that looks
like a spider
i floated barefoot through
the debris of my life
NA books and 12 step meetings
orange juice and pall malls
the only comfort the smoke break
though I could not say why
except it was the only possible pleasure
the cravings for bath salts
and his hands
were intense
i didn’t like living
didn’t like myself
never did
how i prayed
on those cold concrete staircases
kept anointing my dry cracked lips with balm
though it never worked
eating Adderall like candy
its sweet blue drip
at the back of my throat
days where i could only
sleep to escape
furiously shaking the long red curtain
of my hair
fragranced by baby soap and sadness
i’d lie with my head to the wall
and remember
how he kissed my hand afterwards
what he did to me with his fingers
occasionally the small fits
where i’d learned not to be so nice
i’d complain about being patronized
like a child
throw around some harsh “fuck’s”
it felt good
there were no books except for those
about women criminals
lizzie borden and mata hari
how i ached to be one them
i’d write as a solace
to combat the slow-trickling ooze of time
chase away thoughts of him
when the luvox could not
i’d wait for goals
two more cigarette breaks
night meds
the spaces between
feel the lunesta kicking in
the straw in my purse i snorted from
stale from ivory bliss
crying ‘cause I couldn’t help it
moonlight was soft on the carpet
let me hold you now sister
together a small army we shall make
together we are one