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mijaeng Dec 2013
perhaps
the lactic acid in your muscles
serves as a rude reminder
--in the form of ache--
the way you had
forced, overexerted
yourself
--to go the extra mile--
just to
(literally)
run away
from your

problems
science, biology, can't sleep at night and ended up jotting it on a piece of post-it midnight, feelings
Onoma Oct 15
the ****** trank of autumn duskiness--
creature features letting trees grip closeups,
that stand for a protagonist' last day.
screeching ques overexerted by alpha predation,
as horror's head classically wedges out from a
tree's hip--the day after.
flies walled in the gizzards of crisscrossing birds,
& an homage of costume flowers discarded
on damp mulch.
a cutthroat lack of resolution all along.
the inadvertent image of a grin below a chin--
drawn by creatures with their pointer fingers.
a slack-jaw totem pole augmented by an audience,
a stake driven into trackless woodland.
sleep paralysis on a  19th century canopy bed,
tightly drawn--changing with leaves.

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