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Miss Masque
Poems
Apr 2011
Oil
Draining,
Draining,
into a pool of oil.
Slipping down the slippery ***** of solemn awareness
of the fact that I am slipping down a slippery *****.
Oil slicked, no friction, no grip.
Get up. That is an order.
I can't.
Why?
Because every time I move,
every move I make
puts me right back here into
this pit of slick, messy, dark stain
that cannot be washed away,
That's why.
Get up.
I told you I cannot.
I have no means,
The oil is heavy and thick,
like molasses,
it's thick and slick, and slimy.
Help me if you want me up.
No.
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