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Banshees Rarely Whisper
Dreaming spiders spin webs around
overbearing mothers that wont shut up.
Ears of corn hear nothing but the kernels voice.
Pop.
Brainwaves dig deep graves
shoveling and shoveling
alas, nothing but dirt.
Muddy memories cloud things.
Fuck.
Am I?
Here?
Now?
I could be.
I hope not.
Dot, dot, dot.
The mushrooms bloom and I pick them.
overbearing mothers that wont shut up.
Ears of corn hear nothing but the kernels voice.
Pop.
Brainwaves dig deep graves
shoveling and shoveling
alas, nothing but dirt.
Muddy memories cloud things.
Fuck.
Am I?
Here?
Now?
I could be.
I hope not.
Dot, dot, dot.
The mushrooms bloom and I pick them.
Published 14th Nov 2018
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4th Jan 2019 3:11am
Very unique and interesting. Thanks for posting! I like your use of the onomatopoeia, and the dot dot dot. I also like the dark feel. Thanks for posting your poem!
9th Feb 2019 11:57am
