[Library] I'm Not Wealthy by Nikki RiceMonsters on hills,
overlooking the lake,
insides
dark and wasted;
nine volt eyes
propped open.
I tickled their toes,
and they did not
step on me.
Slowly I circled,
ensnaring the lake,
insides
itching with mold;
sun sore eyes
thanking night.
I planted a heart,
so it could grow,
but it don't.
01/16/2007 Posted on 01/17/2007 Copyright © 2024 Nikki Rice
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