Fallen
A Found Poem Written Using "Creep" By Radiohead
I'm an angel, here, in hell.
My body hurts.
My skin hurts.
Not a fucking feather to float, I run.
I cry.
Special, happy, perfect--
In the world, I was beautiful.
But here,
I'm a weirdo.
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Jennifer David
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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I really liked your take on the prompt :)
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Good one!!!!
Love you take on the prompt! Sublime!