Poetry Poem by Heather FlowersForhan
Poetry
is a drug
the pushers are made of paper
and veins are opened
when pen is brought to its breaking point,
committed to the fix.
We mainline words,
Snort metaphors,
Freebase similes
And dropp alliteration
As if the world depended on our habit.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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5/2/2024 1:53:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We are all addicts and the world is our fix.