Gold and Silverfish

Gold and Silverfish

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist
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mmhmm, tis awesome. once again, bunch of crap in my head, and a nod to some Relient K lyrics and two lines from another poem, The Seeing Place. Woop ^^!

"
digging up the bones like an
archaeologist
the bones in my closet
give way to dust mites
and I cough because the air stings
and fall into the floorboards
that collapse and break beneath me
maybe I'm under a spell
of containing a whirlwind tornado in my mind
hard to see between the mothballs
and the silverfish that lurk
gold never satisfies
the aching heart and soul

© 2011 Ruminating Archaeologist


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Added on December 5, 2010
Last Updated on January 23, 2011
Tags: gold and silverfish, archaeologist, bones, closet, mothballs

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Ruminating Archaeologist
Ruminating Archaeologist

Paradoxical Cerebrum, IN



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Since 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..

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