Still very unfamiliar with this countries surroundings in an entirety.
My room beckoned.
In a haze of Turkish coffee and whiskey I wildly began my inclination to my room.
Not knowing that I was actually trying to make my way into a mirror pane, smashing the
dimensions within flat on the floor.
Then An old lady that smelled like arm pit and farm chased me to my quarters.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Smoke and Mirrors by Gypsie Ink.
450 points, ended September 3, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What is something when its nothing but still something as if it were nothing? Everything!
Comments
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Interesting!
A fresh and colorful write. I like it. Thank you for your cheeky entry and best of luck in my contest.
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