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How to Kill the Dead

Contributed by Cancer on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 01:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



last thursday, around 2 p.m.
i realized that i had stopped breathing
i went to take a drag off my cigarette
and when i could get nothing
i noticed that i wasn't breathing
i felt no discomfort
no pain or dizziness
as a matter of fact, i felt fine
so i just went on about my day

over the next few days
i noticed my skin turning an odd hue of grey
i suppose corpses decompose quicker
when exposed to air, humidity and such
but i still felt fine
no discomfort or pain
so i just went on about my day

this morning, when i woke
i lay for a moment
just relaxing and welcoming the day
and as i rose from the bed, i heard a dry snap
when i looked down
i saw that my right arm, from the bicep down
still lay in the bed
i didn't bleed
didn't feel any pain or discomfort
i felt fine
so i just went on about my day

as the day wore on
more pieces of my body
jumped ship, so to speak
both ears, my nose
one eye fell from the socket
swayed for a moment
then tumbled to the floor
everything i touched seemed to
wear away more dead flesh from my fingers
and by 3 p.m. my remaining hand
bore only stumps
but i felt no pain, no discomfort
so i just went on about my day

but you just called me
(had to answer the phone with the one foot
that still sports a few toes)
and as your voice drifted into
the earless hole in the side of my head
you told me that you were growing tired of me
that our relationship was "falling apart"
(funny choice of words)
and that you had met someone new
so you called to wish me well
and say goodbye

i don't feel fine anymore

i feel more than discomfort
i feel more than pain
i feel that if my heart were still beating
it would stop, and break in two
i don't think i can just
go on about my day anymore
or this life
i think that all i can do
is submit to the idea that my brain
has been feebly feeding me
since last thursday
the simple fact that i am dead




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-03-11 13:00:00]
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Re: How to Kill the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyDama on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 03:00:56 PM AEST
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damn... that's all i can say... excellent prose... ::shakes head::... this one blew me away... blessings...


Re: How to Kill the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Damien on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 04:47:17 PM AEST
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That was pretty good to read-Damien


Re: How to Kill the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 04:55:01 PM AEST
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Oh...wow...it's funny how everything in your life can be so bad, but having that one person in your life makes it all ok, makes you well enough to keep going on. This reminded me so much of me right now, because I've been so down and falling apart, but the one thing that can make me happy, that keeps me holding on, is my boyfriend. I think, just like your poem says, I'd be dead if I lost him.

Amazing piece of writing!

~ Moonlit Angel


Re: How to Kill the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 06:56:37 PM AEST
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had a huge grin on my face 'till i got to the end...then it turned to awwww, excellent write here, very creative and enjoyable, hugs nessa


Re: How to Kill the Dead (User Rating: 1 )
by Gribba on Thursday, 13th March 2003 @ 04:18:58 AM AEST
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I find this poem to be brilliant, I just had to read it two times for the pure enjoyment of it...




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