barely there by Angela Thomas it is a very full moon, the tide is receding, there is blood dripping between my legs, something forgotten in the back of mind, an ache. animals are especially clingy, whispers seem to creep around me, about me, and i'm hastily brushing them off like flour on my hands. cosmic collisions and calamity converging, worlds hanging in the air with supernatural bent. there is an energy or a premonition or something unsettling. there is a fly in the ointment. there is a hair on my dinner. there is hangnail. a wet towel on the bed. a pea under my mattress. 02/07/2012 Posted on 02/08/2012 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/08/12 at 02:55 AM ... exceptional..... Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/08/12 at 03:14 AM ha, love the imagery here Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)