Does anyone know some amazing poems from the book Crank by Ellen Hopkins?
I have the book so I’ll type some. FLIRTIN’ WITH THE MONSTER (this is the 1st poem in the book) life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great. At least for a little while. SILENCE shook me awake. I groped into consciousness room dark, blinds closed, shadows undulating in air-conditioned waves. Midday, I thought, house emptied of people, of pets, of life, Nobody home Just me for company, no one demanding conversation of explanations. I was alone, and I liked that way. BUT NOW NOTHING felt right nothing seemed proper but getting out, getting away, getting crazy, getting high CRANK, YOU SEE isn’t any ordinary monster. It’s like a giant octupus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you, squeezing not hard enough to kill you, but enough to keep you from, reeling until you try to get away.
