so this one is pretty much finished but i think it could use a little pizazz or something...idk
I Almost Drowned in a Cranberry Bog
Small, shiny and sweet,
I need to have them all.
Soaked to my slithering bones,
I cut through the water
and stretch a greedy mouth
until the limits of my lips
begin to split and sting
under the bitter juice
trailing red down my chin.
I tell her and myself
that I am almost human,
that I am stuck in this marsh
eating, drinking, sleeping
with perfectly formed berries
ripe and yearning to be picked.
Indulgences—
I must consume them all,
or shed this burning skin.
Monday, April 5, 2010
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Fan-frickin-tastic!! :)
ReplyDeleteI used to love a restaurant called The Cranberry Bog :D
ReplyDeletehehehe... suddenly indulging makes me feel alive rather than confined. i'm a fan of yours.
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