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it was, just one step. not looking the right way, at the right time. a screaming hissing dragon sound... and then kaput! i was down among the dead. sitting in a room, walls bloodred, and decorated, tickertape style, with all the things, i'd left unsaid. there was one window, through which i saw... what my life could have been. if not, for an, unlucky draw. there was no door. and the floor was tiled, in regrets and tears. the light, filtered through, a crystal chandelier, of my fears. i no longer sleep or wake. but yet, am suspended in this nightmare state. and every afternoon, at, four seventy five the red eyed god. checks that i breathe. and always, he says just before he leaves. if you, had looked both ways, this would not have happened, you would have seen the bus, that left you, squished and flattened and that, is when it registers, once more.... this is hell.... i am dead and here forever.... and the red eyed god, laughs and says, are n't you clever!!! he then leaves. and i remain, wishing i could, replay that moment again when i step down, off the curb in front of a bus. going to some unknown suburb.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
just one step
it was, just one step. not looking the right way, at the right time. a screaming hissing dragon sound... and then kaput! i was down among the dead. sitting in a room, walls bloodred, and decorated, tickertape style, with all the things, i'd left unsaid. there was one window, through which i saw... what my life could have been. if not, for an, unlucky draw. there was no door. and the floor was tiled, in regrets and tears. the light, filtered through, a crystal chandelier, of my fears. i no longer sleep or wake. but yet, am suspended in this nightmare state. and every afternoon, at, four seventy five the red eyed god. checks that i breathe. and always, he says just before he leaves. if you, had looked both ways, this would not have happened, you would have seen the bus, that left you, squished and flattened and that, is when it registers, once more.... this is hell.... i am dead and here forever.... and the red eyed god, laughs and says, are n't you clever!!! he then leaves. and i remain, wishing i could, replay that moment again when i step down, off the curb in front of a bus. going to some unknown suburb.
i know..another death poem doing them from prompts to stretch my mind.
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F/Australian
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
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