Everything
is so small;
compared to everything else I’m a mouse
in a cheese factory
full of cats;
yesterday would have found a way to become one;
blending in to savor my sated fill.
but today
claws impatiently
to know what’s outside the door;
beyond all these borders moving in on me;
masturbating fears,
suffocating dreams
until all I can do
is stop myself.
You said:
I love you carved upon trees and tables
in a town that misunderstood
a complete series of self-told lies;
I guess the cats got you …
Author notes
image prompt by Moriah Rullmoss
A contest entry
- Beauty, Tragedy, Etcetera by MessedupMarionette.
700 points, ended November 17, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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First thing: I love the last line, especially how you end it "..." The punctuation brings the poem up to a different level. I really like this piece. It's very mysterious. Good job, and thanks for entering!
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