Nighttime poetry
I’ve been having really strange dreams for about a week now. People from College mixed with Katniss Everdeen (no I have not seen the 2nd Hunger Games movie yet) and being turned into a stone statue, and being trapped on an island, and spiders biting my toes (turned out to be my kitten) and all sorts of weird stuff.
So I haven’t been super excited to go to sleep the last few nights, and so I end up turning my light on about 10 times after I’ve turned it off to write down to-do lists, play with apps on my phone, and occasionally write a poem or two. Here’s one:
I stared into the fire
that had been eating
at my heart
“What the hell do you know?”
it screamed,
fingers
of heat melting my face.
“Absolutely nothing”
I spat,
smiling at the ensuing steam.
Posted on December 3, 2013, in Poetry and tagged fire, poem, spite. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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