Dopesickness
sickness come up again. a burning lesion, a churning wave
will u wait for my skin to grow back
picking apart the cells, and seething for hours in sweat
or is this the ultimate. the death of u and i.
my life my love my trust and my back
im awake with killing tremors retch for the nights the air was cooler
my skin was thinner and i could feel u here
and my head was swimming swimming drowning
and that was the good of my days and days and days
a contemporary heartsickness. brought out in the powders and plasticine love of today.
on this tabletop, empty and singular pains. one minute. one minute. one minute.
turning my back on open fields, im shut out in the open alleys of my mind
now left alone and this is the time. big decisions now.
my heart my mind my hand and my mouth
what is the most rotten creature among us who is the monster now
give me a breath from ur collection and hear me sing again
before i pop this balloon and float up up up and down down down
and i laugh out of desperation, this sick is seriousness.
Copyright © Gina Young | Year Posted 2013
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