Sta.sh
Fumigation
by *rainonwednesdayFumigation
It seemed so idyllic at first
The letters were long
And so promptly answered.
The house was so proper, their manners so neat.
They nicely took my coat and clothes.
Until, unexpectedly--
I was laid out naked before them.
The tea they had promised
was so proprietarily poured,
And the steam
Fogged up the room
Like the sweetest opium
Which slowly dissipated
And was so rudely
Replaced by noxious gas.
And it was like this:
Enticing euphoria leading to
Imminent asphyxiation.
Drugged so well, I never learned exactly
At which point the vapors became deadly.
And so as I was desperately reaching for the few flowers
That had sprouted before the choked off air
I slowly slipped into suffocation—
Slowly, softly fell.
And to tell you the truth,
This death was no colder than their eyes
And I died, no deader than their hearts
And this dying was more beautiful, more satisfying
Than any slow sipping tea party
Than any snide aside
Than any callow cry for love.
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
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J'étais si bien caché
qu'ils m'ont tous oublié
Alors je suis remonté
- GY
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
Ugh, it's turning into a poem, so I'll finish it later, because this one has to end in hope, because I have found how to resist it, but it's not as easy to define for writing as the painful part.
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I see you've reasoned that out yourself though, and it makes me glad.
As for hope--"Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all"--Dickinson (although I'm sure you knew that)
Maybe that will get you started. I like that you want to end it with hope--so many of mine don't.
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
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"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."
---Edvard Munch
Get to know me: [link]
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And I died, no deader than their hearts
^These two lines stood out the most to me. So desriptive of the people involved. So visual.
I also like the the way you've described how people always appear to be one thing, but turn into such ugly creatures. It's beautiful.
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~I old enough to die for my country;
Yet too young to have that glass of whiskey~
#Writers-Retreat [link] <--- Go check it out... you know you want to. The curiosity is just too much. Why fight it?