Heavy MAG

June 13, 2011
By Kevin Clark BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
Kevin Clark BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
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I wake
in beds of flame
and cannot breathe
as I peel back my eyelids
like the skin of a tangerine.

The burdens of a heavy day
weigh the blood like lead
drag the body from the bed
bring down the bones till
I drop.

I sleep
with a lighter to the back
of my eyeballs as fairies tug gently
on my lashes circling smooth hands
on supple skin.

And wake in beds of flame
to dust off the ashes
and smother the smoke
on another brand new day
I choke.



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LucyK PLATINUM said...
on Sep. 27 2013 at 12:47 pm
LucyK PLATINUM, Greenwich, Connecticut
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this poem is do deep and so beautifully written, the last stanza is my favorite. 


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