High

High

Yesterday I smoked poetry, I rolled
a bunch of metaphors into a blunt
and got high on the first stanza.

Then I got the munchies
so I ate poetry and wrote
a verse with its crumbs.

I drank every drop of poetry
until the only thing left
in the bottle was a cheap cliche.

We fucked for hours, like two similes
in love. until the backs of our eyes
were kaleidoscopes of poetry.


By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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