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Addict

My veins are bulging, aching for you to jab them
My fingernails are straining, I can’t get out of bed.
The blinds aren’t dark enough. My bedroom is hard for you.
This whole house is whimpering. The toilet seat wants to feel your ass.
The mirrors long to gaze. The bed sheets are hysterical.
Bring me what I need.

Jack Pine Sonnet for Geist Poetry Contest ( Read more... )

Inflated Heart

You inflate my heart
To just right PSI
You drive up
Like a repair truck
Hook a hose up to me
Inflate my heart to the
Perfect pressure which
Lifts all of me up
Fully inflated
Properly
Functional again.

Sandbagged Heart

Sandbagged heart hangs heavy
Like wrongly accused
Dead by noose
Spins slowly in vault of chest

Exploring this sadness
The floor fell out and the
Pit below is bottomless

Above, the noose pulls on throat
Where it is anchored.
Rope around trachea -
Horse voice whispers,
“Let it go”.

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