Substance Abuse

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 5, 2012


I will be the last one standing;

You didn't realize my mind was the
crystallized cocaine that had been
inhibiting all your senses,
(and making my lust more dominant)-
you just thought it was adrenaline,
conscious calls and clever climaxes

that would make you survive.

I will be the last one standing;
for these hands and these thorny teeth
play no execution in my criminal liaison.
It is all my voice, this voice of
innocence you told yourself was for
teaching elephants how to trumpet,
when it was really for showing them
how to kill their beloved.

I will be the last one standing;

You near your way towards a cliff,
demonic tongues leading you to believe
there is a safe house hidden below-
"follow the path, leap to salvation,
and life is yours". I howl with every
piece of happiness I ever held in,

little angel, nine years old,
she doesn't play with knives anymore
on top of Mama's kitchen counter,

she is now the cutting tool
for suicide.

I will be the last one standing;
my thoughts have already performed
their homicide, but not on me darling,
for my passion trails forever...

and it is here, I will always
exist.

Written on August 16, 2012
*Written for Round 3 of HG contest in main boards....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Vanesa

    I was instantly hooked, (no pun intended) when I finished this stanza, 'You didn't realize my mind was the
    crystallized cocaine that had been
    inhibiting all your senses,
    (and making my lust more dominant)-
    you just thought it was adrenaline,
    conscious calls and clever climaxes." Whoa. I was drawn in, having struggled most of my life with meth, this, this made it real. Your words.
    And then you mention the cutting, the little girl, and your words, they made me that little girl again. The one in her mothers kitchen discovering the shears for the first time.

    I think this, this is what writing is all about. Taking something that's yours, and making it someone else, making them feel, hear and see. You now just blessed me with all those things. Thank you.

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    Freaking AWESOME.

    You had some of the best skills in narrating a murder, planned with thrill and psychological tactic. Hats-off!

  • 11 years ago

    by Stephen

    This is wonderful. You've been very descriptive here and it helps to bring this piece to life. I can't say much else about this poem besides I loved reading it and will read it again in the future. Great job

  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Love this POTP, great detail again, you really know how to suck us into your poems,

    I like the single line emphasis between stanzas.

    my favourite part is the juxtaposition (sorry, I have been dying to use that word!!) between the 9 yr old angel and playing with knives. awesome

    great write once again