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Six

by BorderBound 

Posted: 20 March 2004
Word Count: 61


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And these four walls
Six sides
No doors

No holes to let the hurt out
To breath out
To vomit.

Instead we sit here
On this table
Waiting for our mother
To staple
Out heads.

Its silence
Is calling,
Were falling,

And these four walls
Six sides
No doors.

We’ve been here for far too long.

Well I’m leaving now mother.






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Account Closed at 14:08 on 21 March 2004  Report this post
Great rap piece - I'd love to hear it performed. I would be tempted to take out all punctuation (even the last full stop) and let it stand alone on its own strength. In the 2nd stanza, do you mean "breathe" rather than "breath"??

Anne B

PS Great Anti Mothers' Day poem too!!

miffle at 09:21 on 25 March 2004  Report this post
'Waiting for our mother/ To staple/ out heads' - curious lines (?), suggesting pain - surreal, too. 'We're' falling (?) Write on, Miffle


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