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Pain - Raymond Hoffman

Rip me up

Spit me like saliva

I’m used up

For free

Love life too much

Then I hit bricks

I built my own barrier


Whiplash while I self hate

Hurts when karma bites you like a nerve disorder

Scream and curl up

Fuck up

I wobble while dignity is left behind like an oil leak

Crippled by the hurt

Tasting the carpet

No more holler

Clubs float off

No more pleasure

In a crater

The neon is so far now

No more flying to strangers

Nomad burnt his yurt

I fizzle like a sparkler

Bloated on jet fuel

Set to burn like a dried out Christmas tree

Bye to holding on to the static that shocks

I’m set to fall like particles

Can’t scoop or hold me

I’m falling

Pit pit pit

Twisted ankle



Raymond Hoffman has a background in political science and Southeast Asian Studies. He has taught in China for many years and currently is a fifth grade teacher in the Midwest. Poetry writing has been used by him as a coping mechanism for bipolar disorder for over a decade now. Sylvia Plath has always been a great source of inspiration, as has been Albert Camus. He has previously been published in Beyond Words Literacy Magazine, Sad Girls Club literary blog, and Cathexis Northwest Press.

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