Nightmare

May 2, 2011

A nightmare behind branches,
a plump, jubilant blade glints,
shatters the moon

Circular wail, the tide, washed time away

The place my words are looking for, tangled within each other

Loaded dice, I detest
it could cause my mother's death


The author's comments:
English project taking ideas and phrases from famous poems combined into one poem by Katie McCabe and Lexa Grasz

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