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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Friday, April 10, 2009
Frissons
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4 comments:
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.
Very dark and disruptive. Like a nightmare interrupted by the alarm clock...
Very interesting and spine tingling.
Indeed, this is scary! Chilling with questions...and knowing, too!
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