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The floor of death
I am a sufferer
I am in a hot oven
There is
sweat in each pore
I am afraid to breathe
Having tasted gas
These eyes are shut tight
And my mouth pursed
As I wheeze
my first memory emerges
A child in a cradle
Bashed and beaten
At the last minute
The oven is opened
And I fall out onto
The floor of death
I am in a hot oven
There is
sweat in each pore
I am afraid to breathe
Having tasted gas
These eyes are shut tight
And my mouth pursed
As I wheeze
my first memory emerges
A child in a cradle
Bashed and beaten
At the last minute
The oven is opened
And I fall out onto
The floor of death
Published 20th Sep 2012
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20th Sep 2012 4:39am
Oh, this poem makes me very uncomfortable in just the right way! Vivid detail, I assume that's what you'd feel if you were in a gas chamber/ oven.
Great job.
Great job.
20th Sep 2012 5:39am
Thank you Always and good to meet you
via this website. I used the gas image and
it may well refer to the awful gas chambers
as well as to any deep suffering, posted
in dark for a reason and I am pleased you
came by, I really thought your poem
I read earlier was excellent!
Best wishes
Ricecake
via this website. I used the gas image and
it may well refer to the awful gas chambers
as well as to any deep suffering, posted
in dark for a reason and I am pleased you
came by, I really thought your poem
I read earlier was excellent!
Best wishes
Ricecake
20th Sep 2012 5:07am
20th Sep 2012 5:40am
20th Sep 2012 10:58am
Short and sour. yet it still has lovely imagery. I enjoy the wickedness in it. Welcome to dup hun
20th Sep 2012 1:21pm
Thank you for making me feel welcome
And I should write a light happy poem
sometime but that knife in the back
from childhood still hurts, yet my heart remains
in love poetry and spiritual...
I am pleased to meet a fellow poet
albeit I'm the fellow :)
Kind regards
Ricecake
And I should write a light happy poem
sometime but that knife in the back
from childhood still hurts, yet my heart remains
in love poetry and spiritual...
I am pleased to meet a fellow poet
albeit I'm the fellow :)
Kind regards
Ricecake
