Fade to Black..
A sensory acrostic experience.
Bitter burning scorching my innards.
Light piercing my eyes, blurry vision, I’m falling, watching concrete rush at me.
Aching head as my surroundings turn into a red sea, my nostrils swim in the stench of rusty blood, urine, vomit and bile.
Clawing at concrete, scraping skin, my nails worn thin, wanting to bleed and fall off as I try to dig in.
Kidneys ache, in my binges wake, the sound of sirens overtake, as I lie awake. Echos of cars rushing by, still I lie, as I close my eyes, hoping my broken body they will find.
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Comments (4)
Gosh that was so heartbreaking, poignant and emotional. Loved your poem
Oh my, that was intense. Well done, Kenneth.
Heartbreaking and beautiful, thank you for sharing!
Explicitly gory details of awakened senses in such a horrific moment. Well done indeed and quite creative in the response to the given prompt.