do you know the burning,
smoke streaks coughing
up from lungs made
of ash,
the scattered two
in the audience,
applauding a performance
meant to expel
your internal organs
from your chest?
throat burning,
your staged hand prints
stick to my breasts,
and the only applause
is in your head.
Author notes
seraphim shock.
option one.
inspired by word bank: esophagus.
fifty words.
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550 points, ended December 12, 2008, 16 entries
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esophagus is a cool word.
i love this poem. it's short and packs a punch.


