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Silence. Cheek against the floor. Head against the door, eye through the gap. Ears, straining for more The flurry of feet, The shouting. Crying, of a broken man. Again.
Laura McFarlane 2006
The turning of the handle. The Leap. Cheek Against the pillow hiding the carpet craters. Asleep, but not in dreamland. Screams-silence-Harsh Reality. By Laura McFarlane Nov 2006
The musty-dusty smell of carpet The spider that blocks the view Looking for comfort, refuge. Like Me. The hand reaching for the pillow, the comfort blanket. The teddy. The cold-ivy circling the limbs -paralyzed by intrigue.
ljayy added this comment 2008-04-18 12:37:52-05:00
this poem was written about a character from a story i read. it is also copywrited and published, so please do not copy.
ladylia added this comment 2008-04-15 20:17:22-05:00
:(
ljayy added this comment 2008-04-18 12:37:52-05:00
this poem was written about a character from a story i read. it is also copywrited and published, so please do not copy.
ladylia added this comment 2008-04-15 20:17:22-05:00
:(