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Free verse № 77696

Eat

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 Dec 2003 · 1 comment

Climb the stairs Bound down the hall Gentle waves of music Pulsing and moving the air Dancing thickly on my breath Trusting my feet to Bend as it sweeps between my toes Pausing on the tip of my lips Praying to tell what it tells me Placing itself between my ears Darling, eat this plum The fog rests like a lion On my lawn, waiting To move when I, prey, Step out the door Breakfast comes but once While we are young Eat quickly The music is done

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[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 14-Dec-03/5:34 PM Reply
Sounds like some tripe my demented mother would write, but what the fuck it's pretty good.