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i bit the bullet this time (prose)
by Morgan D Hafeleit was the sun that got me going this morning. deep red behind the shroud, painting the earth red... she said she didn't want to hear it again. -and- the ash tumbled gently from the sky, gray puffs of dream... she tried to close her eyes -it didn't help- when the rain fell streaking her mascara down this crimson scene roaring from bloodshot eyes, staining rosy cheeks still hot from screams -i- never heard... she said she couldn't take my honesty, but my lies were killing her. drops splashed and dripped smearing this city - this organ donor to the needy, a heart transplant waiting to happen dirtied by collective memories slipping through closed fingers to open drains... she swore it was the weirdest dream. and when i woke up... nothing seemed real anymore. 09/30/2005 Author's Note: too many beers, a cigarette or two, and another sleepless night... just an idea... bleh... oh well...
Posted on 09/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 09/30/05 at 02:28 PM Yeah, I dig this. I like the connection of the sky to her. I'm not usually a fan of prose, but I really like this. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/30/05 at 11:30 PM ...yeah, morgan like paul said...let this one breathe--too much in it to let it die...and rebecca, well never mind...(gulp) this prose piece or laid out poetically--poem is really a scarily real [red eyes from unyelled screams--my words]...and the morning too well described...change it however you want to, but keep the gist...and a'course the style that rebecca was speaking to...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Katie Dean on 11/19/08 at 11:23 PM really rich and vibrant and potentially violent. |
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