Ghosts hiss a litany of mistakes
as mongers carry souls from our bodies
trudging solemnly down moonlit halls
dredging up all these memories
Let me wander to my cocoon please
A contest entry
- 30 words by Melissa Gayle.
400 points, ended May 22, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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That first line is the best... gave me shivers.
I want a cocoon too,
Marlene -
but there is so much outside that cocoon isn't there?
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