10 of 30, 2016
Poem After the Meme Shown Here
I am the rumor in the moss
on your cliff. The dark
circle in the orbit of your eye
when I have snuffed the comfort
of your bedchamber. Try
and guess my form. The surprise
will delight you, very briefly,
when the fingers that rule me
place me within your walls,
ready to die.
from a prompt by Morgan McHugh and this meme:
I am the rumor in the moss
on your cliff. The dark
circle in the orbit of your eye
when I have snuffed the comfort
of your bedchamber. Try
and guess my form. The surprise
will delight you, very briefly,
when the fingers that rule me
place me within your walls,
ready to die.
from a prompt by Morgan McHugh and this meme:
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