For years, she claimed that
a monster had woven its way through each vein-
-and the only way to calm it was to
give it a taste of its own power, but
what has always startled me is
how terrified she is of the
night-strangers coming to collide;
exploding in X and sin and sex.
She prefers the intimate slide of the
needle that makes love to her, and
leaves her in a heap on the floor
(she hasn't moved on
from the men who did the same).
She says
it calms the monster for awhile,
but I think it just creates new ones.
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Me: I would be terrified if someone asked me to make a family tree.
Me: and all the cousins I mean? that's JUST my mother's side.
<annika235>that wouldnt be a tree
<annika235>it's a FOREST
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Me: I would be terrified if someone asked me to make a family tree.
Me: and all the cousins I mean? that's JUST my mother's side.
<annika235>that wouldnt be a tree
<annika235>it's a FOREST
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It takes courage to enjoy it!
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It takes courage to enjoy it!
it calms the monster for awhile,
but I think it just creates new ones. "
The story of most drug addicts life!
Beautiful poem and very emotional.
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