The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part X

I cannot breathe.
My lungs are full.
The fluid rising –
I am drowning and I can feel moist pedals
clinging to my pale skin.
The fluid rises above my ears –
I cannot hear,
gurgling, gurgling…
and my mind leaves me,
did I ever have a mind? 
the poppy field is so beautiful,
I think I will nap…

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 5:00 PM

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