poemranker ::Mid Night Snack by GregDeEgg

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Free verse № 48669

Mid Night Snack

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 May 2003 · 1 comment

2 am table cold where my arms aren't. Quiet toaster Morning smells Rusty spring pops Leap, bread. Breathing again. Burnt sandpaper though soft smell. Spoon in jelly Blood red. Sour grapes. Break the surface tear open the skin Spread on. Back of spoon Be licked Cringe nicely. Remember Grandma Taste her thoughts as she sleeps.

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[7] horus8 7-May-03/4:57 PM Reply
Solid enough.