Monthly Archives: December 2012

The Scorpion

scorpion scurries
in summer night,
trills its lonely song
to stars and stings
the answering
insect.

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Geographic Anomaly

your body is an island I
circle in the distance
in my boat, oars splashing
rowing clumsily near to the waves
crashing against your jagged rocks
tear my boat to shreds

this unmapped island
nothing to grab hold of
looking up at your stone
cliff face
leave me to drown
in the churning red water

(Written for my Creative Writing course.)


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