Whispers In A Dreary Place
17 August, 2013
Author: Chris G Vaillancourt
Whispers in a dreary place.
Damp drilling spiders
correcting Grammar
and fulfilling their mission.
We are breeze skinned now
and so we prance
in malignant abandon.
Calling to trees...
fall.
fall.
fall on me and
educate me
on the
stupidity
of
opening windows.
Doors slamming shut and furious skins
are demanding retribution.
Sighing to self
and thinking,
it's all lemonade
gone stale now.
Jesus. Sweet merciful Jesus,
what sharply stoned road
am I walking upon?
There are too many shivers of dread.
Too many falling trees
and skinning of knees.
Answering me.
" Be quiet.
Remember who I am."
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| Susan (76.64.192.33) -- Wednesday, October 9 2013, 05:21 pm an affecting write. superbly crafted and thought out. |
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