drugs – I Write Her

Accidentally Poetic

Published on August 26, 2022April 15, 2022 by Susi Bocks3 Comments

on the streets

a molested teen
knocked up by dad real young
then kicked out while gay
will be caught loitering now
on the seedy side of town

sweet smellin’ weed

it takes me off mark
my weightlessness calms me down
in peace I float high
smoke permeating all pores
drifting away from life’s crust

polluted

cough inducing life
it chokes my throat hot and raw
exhaust and anger
fury hangs in the air thick
rage blows up, innocence pays

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AP’s confession – the words just started pouring out one day. Totally shy in real life but enjoys bold poetry about life. This is Accidentally Poetic’s first feature on The Short of It.

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Alice

Published on June 6, 2022 by Susi Bocks12 Comments

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #137

a tumble begins the adventure
chasing a white rabbit
mystery drink drunk
becoming a shrunk girl
eating a cake to become a giant
crying many tears to make a pool in a room
fanning herself and shrinking again
falling into a pool and getting wet
running a race to dry off
an errand bringing her to the white rabbit’s house
another mystery drink gets her stuck in one of the rooms
she shrinks again after eating pebbles become cakes
the caterpillar teaches her to eat mushrooms for size control
attending a mad tea party
visiting the duchess
then ending up rescuing a baby
meeting the cheshire cat in the forest
joining the queen of hearts for a game of croquet
meeting the mock turtle and gryphon
attending the knave of hearts trial
growing large and brushing away the deck of cards with ease
waking up at her sister’s side and telling the tales
this is the way of a wild mind
go ask alice

Hooked

Published on April 3, 2022 by Susi Bocks12 Comments

The lines Tristan snorted catapulted him over the edge of sanity. People stared when he howled at the moon and rammed his fingertips up his nostrils to get every last grain of cocaine he’d scraped from the white patterns left on the mirror. Fairly quickly, his mind became a black void of meaningless…

The young sous chef put down his book and pressed the remote for the oven. Soon, the head cook would arrive. Cutting the flour, he unconsciously emulated the star from the story tracing the same fat, strong lines for consumption.

“Pierre, what the hell are you doing?”

***Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #547***

The Gateway Days

Published on October 24, 2021 by Susi Bocks12 Comments

brown rock formation with chain — ***Mahdi Bafande – Unsplash***

I remembered the couple next to us had a battle about whether they should drop acid. He decided to try it; she went to sit on the couch. We were young and stupid, though she wasn’t. Thankfully.

I was the first to hallucinate—a giant monster materializing before me. Immediately, I took cover, expecting a chase. The table ended up being the safe spot for us all; demons pursued the others as well.

What crazy times. But I would also count them as the best of times. We’d zone out for days.

Who knew they were red flags for our future?