Queer

December 9, 2008
By Yarra Berger, Ithaca, NY

I had a dream
One night, one day
About my flesh wasting away
About the needles in my skin
I've never had a dream so grim
About my thoughts all gone to rest
About the silence in my chest
It was about
The many bugs
That now occupied my old dead lungs
That filled the sockets emptied of eyes
That ate the heart I had despised
The same morning
I awoke
My mind was blurry, clouded of smoke.
I'd never had a dream so grim...
And why was I a skeleton?


The author's comments:
What would you do if you woke up a skeleton?

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Roni-Baby said...
on Feb. 2 2011 at 8:27 pm
That was really awesome. and i give u props for even being able to write poetry cuz i seriously suck at it. lol

jeanwolf GOLD said...
on Feb. 2 2011 at 8:23 pm
jeanwolf GOLD, Lodi, California
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Eternity is forever, falsehood is a never

this is good. i liked it a lot!!!


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