8 a.m.
the chill in the air
bites at my skin,
ripping, tearing
through flesh
on the long walk
to work
the grass is frosty
and i slip --
soaked
10 a.m.
he forgets
to pick me up,
the only one
with a working car
i stand outside,
shiver,
pretend that
i can be warm
1 p.m.
the diner
that i frequent
had been closed
down.
some kind of
health code violation --
today,
i guess i will eat
the smashed,
two-month-old
granola bar in the bottom
of my bag,
covered in pencil lead
and tape
5 p.m.
a man stands
by me on the bus,
pokes me with his
sturdy wood,
rubs himself on me
the whole ride long
but i cannot move
away
8 p.m.
the power flickers and fades;
by candlelight,
i scribble:
oct. 8, 2009
it rained.
Author notes
some days, man, some days...
A contest entry
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Comments
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Oh, I loved this write. wonderful thank you very much.
love,
jin -
wow this is fucked up. good though
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those days suck, but you just get through them and in the end they make for a lovely poem haha.
I checked out the prompt and this poem fits SO perfectly! I love it
goodluck!
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