I am not Lazarus
to return vengeful
on the weeks end
I am not the Great Serpent
that you put to sleep
and devours the world
I am the loose tooth
melting in his slot
in your head
To rip it out
or to leave it in
That disgusting question
Leave me in his hand
to be place under the pillow
And let the fairy come
with the creaking box
on her wings
Fireproofed against
phoenix feathers
The lightshade proving
itself stronger
And the mouth of fire
to weak to gape
Or the blue sky reach
Or the man escape.
What did you think
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I dont know why but the feeling i got from this write was strange. Buts a very great piece. Thank you for sharing it!
<3Jenny
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