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a dream of frayed edges

a dream of frayed edges

A Poem by j
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warning: dark and and disturbing

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the line is short

yet the edict had been dreadful and absolute:

No exclusions!  No exceptions!  All will be

prosecuted!

 

in my left hand i held

a single sheet of paper torn from

a yellow legal pad.

how appropriate, i thought

 

nearly illegible pencil scratch filled

the entire page, front, back, down the

edges, between the lines, little arrows and drawings

of

pine trees ... chipper things

 

this was not my usually neat, pretty,

nearly-artistic handwriting.  though

my own thoughts nonetheless

 

i never write with a mechanical pencil.

 

one sheet of paper was allowed, but not the pencil

    nor the stuffed animal i tried to hide under my shirt

 

The Crusher

loomed ahead in monolithic

doom

malignant, malevolent

 

there came a stomach-churning crunch as the internal

plates ground down

compacted

crushed

 

     my last willful thought as i placed my bare

foot on the bottom step of stairs sticky with

ooze . . . seemed

Suddenly. Urgently.

       Pertinent

 

would it hurt less if i’d wrapped my skull in eiderdown?

 



© 2015 j



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yes, your honor, i didn't do it, she scared herself to death...oh, it was a horrible sight, cutting off the fingers, an all...before i got there, you understand...anyway, she was still talking to herself about some guy that done her wrong...like that fella in Dickens book about expectations that left the girl with a hundred layers of wedding cake...

jill, this is a wonderful dream...a deep and powerful cleansing...don't let it get away; that is you talking to you...it couldn't have come at a better time in your life...love

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

2 Years Ago

hahahahahaha! expectations, nevermind great ones, are a wicked loophole --- all bound up w/hope and.. read more



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This is a great write indeed and I can't give you enough credit for .... smashing stuff, Neville

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

3 Weeks Ago

hahaha - you're a love, N. Sometimes it's the only thing to do.

Thank you for your e.. read more
yes, your honor, i didn't do it, she scared herself to death...oh, it was a horrible sight, cutting off the fingers, an all...before i got there, you understand...anyway, she was still talking to herself about some guy that done her wrong...like that fella in Dickens book about expectations that left the girl with a hundred layers of wedding cake...

jill, this is a wonderful dream...a deep and powerful cleansing...don't let it get away; that is you talking to you...it couldn't have come at a better time in your life...love

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

j

2 Years Ago

hahahahahaha! expectations, nevermind great ones, are a wicked loophole --- all bound up w/hope and.. read more
Hello friend!!

Yes, dark and disturbing, but never disappointing. Even your darkest images shimmer with your words. Keep writing! Keep writing! I can never get enough of your work.

~Meg

Posted 2 Years Ago


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j

2 Years Ago

sweet meg! how can i thank you for embracing even the worst of me? i generally shy away from posti.. read more
Read this with near dread at first, realised it was more too clear imagery than reality - not that that makes it any better. Whatever your theme, you write with emotional clarity - if that makes sense; there's truth in context yet sharp emotions wrapped around as if mind and heart are working in harmony...

Love you work, j.. and always have.. tis wonderful to have you back.. Stay well, love.. as can. x

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j

2 Years Ago

darling em, just the fact that you would brave such darkness makes me smile. bless you. i know man.. read more
Yes ! The juxtaposition of the writing, the stuffed animal, and the unstoppable machinery make for extra disturbing imagery, like the totalitarianism of regimes past and present, and our own unforgiving self-judgment. I feel the bone shattering, smell the oil and rust.

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j

2 Years Ago

lol D! thought this might be of interest to you. who knows where these kinds of dreams come from -.. read more

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