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Electricity

lizziedrip32 on Nov 2, 2010
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A poem about pain.

The electricity is not in the walls,

It is in my fingers, jabbing 

Jabbing like a hypodermic,

Though it is not  a cure.

The amps sizzle through.

A train through the vein ,

As the corpuscles bounce off 

Muscle and bone. Buffered blood.

And I am in jail, a prison of volts,

A stinging swarm, this darkening cloud

Lives not in the hive. 

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  • Bruce Officer on Nov 2, 2010

    Evocative. “in jail, a prison of volts” – I like that image. And I hope it doesn’t come from a long term painful health problem of the author, which is how I interpret the poem.

  • Bruce Officer on Nov 2, 2010

    Evocative. \”in jail, a prison of volts\” – I like that image. And I hope it doesn\’t come from a long term painful health problem of the author, which is how I interpret the poem.

  • Bruce Officer on Nov 2, 2010

    Sorry for the double-posted comment. It didn’t seem to post so I pressed submit a second time!

  • lizziedrip32 on Nov 2, 2010

    Thanks Bruce. It does sadly but one that is improving. Don’t worry about commenting twice. At least you commented!

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