Tasteless Imagery

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Submitted: October 28, 2011

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In the midst of my slumber

 

Betwixt life and death

 

 

 

An aura of utter horror

 

 

Teasingly sexes my bones

 

 

 

As white hot my skin boils

 

I collapse within the deadened clasp

 

Of a profusion of defiant provocations

 

As in the hollow voice of fear I quiver

 

 

The deathly ashes of abhorrence present

 

Along with the thundering roar

 

That is the wrath of midnight's quake

 

Not a soul was sleeping, all were awake

 

 

In the sharp silence of

 

This realistic nightmare

 

I awaken, oxygen pleasuring

 

My esophagus by way of the hand

 

Of Mother Earth.

 

 

To my feet I rise

 

Approaching the window

 

Adjacent to my bed chamber

 

I gaze at moon in grotesque fashion

 

Oppressed by it's hopeless existence

 

 

The beauty of it's burning brilliance

 

Reflects it's true image of catastrophe

 

As I turned to walk away, the floorboard creaked

 

Silence. She had spoken!


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