Faster Faster, Stop Stop

Two poems about chemical highs and lows

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Kinetic

Kinetic was

the way she moved,

all quick kicks,

fast jabs,

hard hits,

and dancing feet.

Frenetic was

the way she felt,

her heart playing

a syncopated beat

that left her gasping,

her mind braiding

shadows into threats.

Anesthetic was

what she craved,

a sinker to pull

her down

and down

and down

into the cool waters

of sleep

Lively

Lovely lively lady

cooks and cleans

and fetches

household items

with a manic smile,

hands trembling,

face flushing,

heart pumping,

mind tweaking,

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Lizella Prescott

Writer with two kids and three dogs. Occasional editor @weekdaypoems on Twitter. Not really a lizard.