Someone, please call the paramedics!
Nine-one-one: I need your assistance.
I’ve contracted a mean disease and it festers inside.
Highly infectious, immutable– visceral
I fear there is no cure.
The Lady in Red engaged me in a dance– A tango
Instant affinity: Emotion reverberated between us.
The scarlet scintillation reflected from her eyes and
pierced my heart.
Point of infection.
The pathogen grows exponentially;
slowly taking over my being.
It ravages my body – pillages my heart.
Nine-one-one: I need your assistance.
Someone, please call the paramedics!
I cannot shake this fever: passion,
commitment, intimacy - jealousy.
I’ve contracted a mean disease and it festers inside.
I fear there is no cure
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Infection
Posted by Tha_Dooley at 4:12 PM
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4 comments:
I called 911...but because you're black they didn't take me seriously.
Just kidding. :)
[Nice mixture of blogging and poetry or blogetry]
Thanks a lot! I had fun writing this piece.
I called 911 and your cure picked up...YES HER! I enjoyed reading this...I can understand, I'm infected with the same thing...smh...what are we going to do?
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