A final test

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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Submitted: September 29, 2018



I got up one day, to

make my bed, though the creases of where I lay,


My blissful night awarded me

nothing, but a crumpled pillow, and blinding morning light -

of which my eyes pained.

They pained until all the oceans and lochs,

and rivers and docks and piers,

and quays and moats and boats and seas,

as far as they could see

were overran with water.

And then they pained some more, though,

for reasons I had to ponder.

Out of wonder, I hovered

to the bathroom - which cursed me with

shattered glass, from which I could never look the same...

And slowly, slowly, I


that my home of solitude and refuge,

was slowly, slowly, eating me away. So,

I climbed back into my warm welcoming bath of crimson water -

with a crooked smile prepared for another day.

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