I drank
black coffee in bed
because there were
monsters in my
cupboard.
I heard them
clamouring,
like the people inside my skull,
and all I wanted
was for them to
die;
to clamp
their lips together
and stuff concrete in my ears
so that I couldn’t hear them
when they drizzled whispers
down my throat,
black is black and
we are we
so drink us down
and set us free
but they scared me.
the monsters laughed
as I curled up inside of myself,
trying to force everything
except my bones
out of my system.
I vomited.
I was sick of them.
A contest entry
- black coffee in bed by Saffron.
1000 points, ended August 24, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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wow--at when I first read this, my impression was that the voice in the poem drank coffee to stay awake so the monsters couldn't come, but after reading it a few times, maybe it's the other way around (?) -- in any case, this certainly was orginal, with a little story within the story...thank you so much for entering!
Saffron
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This is fun to read. I like the little poem within a poem. Drinking black coffee makes me feel like a monster!
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Creative and unique... a dark view of the prompt... well written and intriging from the start... Well done!
Ken
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lol...wow..that was an intesting interpretation of of the prompt..lovely write..wow..not lovely..but def. a show stoppper..nice job
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thats a nice poem. it is very good for the contest i think. i wish you luck.
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Very vivid imagery here. Way to purge the monsters. Good luck.
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