Friday, April 10, 2009

Frissons

Halfway through the puzzle
the picture begins to emerge.
It doesn't look like the box cover.

A cough interrupts the perpetual
throb of the generators,
the lights flicker and dim.

They drag the river in grim silence
seeking a submerged corpse. What comes
up in their nets is not human.

--for Poefusion

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4 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

Your poem is very interesting and reminds me of a time my family and I went searching for a geocache. A few days later we heard a body was found in the river where we had been searching. Kinda creepy, huh? Well done, Tiel. Have a nice day.

MichaelO said...

Very dark and disruptive. Like a nightmare interrupted by the alarm clock...

C. R. Stone said...

Very interesting and spine tingling.

Tumblewords: said...

Indeed, this is scary! Chilling with questions...and knowing, too!