www.whyville.net Aug 13, 2006 Weekly Issue



HAPHBAKED
Whyville Poet

Cold in Summer

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I'm cold in summer
From the heat exhaustion
Of not hearing what I want
And not feeling what I need

Ripped at the seams
Like the overstuffed torso
Of a ragged old doll
Trying to hold together
With one last thread
Running through my heart

Ache spreads like a virus
Dark and fast, root-like
Through this bare body
With no aura,
Left blank

Veils drop down
In piles of scarlet fabric
Over listless eyes
And dry, cracked lips
Of a July fever
That clings

I'll sleep tonight
On forgetfulness
On forgiving sheets
And hang from a tree
Full of dreams
By a rope of a facade
That nothing bothers me

 

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