image borrowed from bing
bad dreams are made of teeth
Unfortunately
there is no morphine
for this kind of death
it is painfully slow
with only wood
to clamp in your teeth
and wait for rigor mortis
the impulsive breech
so naively embraced
is like sugar borrowed
from a neighbor
when it is time
to return the favor
only a handful
of detritus remains
a good screen death
is always impressive
so bite down hard
on this stick in the mud
Tess Kincaid
June 2011
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
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