Earnestly convulsing,
because I'm so **** bored.
I've never had a seizure,
but I imagine they're like this.
Leg spasm...
Flailing arm...
Thrashing head...
Bite my tongue...
Against the floor...
Sit up and spit up a *** of blood.
Of course it's not a real seizure.
Just trying something new.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
Earnestly convulsing,
because I'm so **** bored.
I've never had a seizure,
but I imagine they're like this.
Leg spasm...
Flailing arm...
Thrashing head...
Bite my tongue...
Against the floor...
Sit up and spit up a *** of blood.
Of course it's not a real seizure.
Just trying something new.
This poem is the second in a four poem series that I am writing. "Something new" is the only poem in this series without a second title, and is actually the first poem that I wrote in the series. I know nothing about seizures, I've never had one. The purpose of this poem isn't to portray a real seizure, it's meant to portray a forced and particularly violent one. Because it is voluntary, a negative experience becomes a form of self destructive recreation.
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