Life of a Marker

July 19, 2009
By R_Myers GOLD, Lancaster, Pennsylvania
R_Myers GOLD, Lancaster, Pennsylvania
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I was born in a large room
There were loud noises and others that looked like me
We were on a belt, whisked away through brightly lit catacombs
My body was put together in stages
When my skeleton was complete god filled my body with liquid existence

Into a box I was put with twelve different ethnicities.
A longtime I lay in that coffin

When I saw the light again my head was pulled off and my blood painted on white polyurethane walls

With only a fraction of my life water remaining I felt myself fall into a black pit
Others were next to me, long dead

For many months the moisture in my body dried until there was nothing left

My color was blue

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