Kool-Aid
By Villefort
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They say not to drink it, not to mimic all the stories I've heard
But I am still not sure if the compulsion stems from the stereotypes
Or the depths of my own mind.
They act like it's unfathomable, like boundaries must be irreparably shattered
But in my experience the resistance is very little
Other than the natural resistance of the flesh.
They think it's artificial, aimed towards others rather than myself
But the sting is slightly sweet and tastes warm and salty
Obscured by long sleeves on sunny days.
The rivulets aren't enough to quench the bizzare thirst I feel
But they're thick
And vibrant
And grotesquely beautiful.
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Welcome to ABC Tales
Hi Villefort, welcome to the site.
This speaks of a lot of internal conflict and danger, and I see it's marked 'autobiography', so I'm not going to speculate on the experiences that might have given rise to it. As a poem it has a haunting and eerie quality, quite unsettling. I think it is probably one that will stay in the mind. I'm not a poet, so can't offer any feedback really on structure, but it's a great start here on ABC Tales and I very much look forward to seeing more of your work.
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Elephant in the room: Self
Elephant in the room: Self harm.
I praise you for writing about it. My daughter has similar issues. It's hard for people to understand what it's all about. Poetry can help them. Keep writing.
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