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Decompose
July 2, 2011
Once I had finally reached the height
Of my glory, something snapped
Inside me.
A rush of wind
Blew blonde streaks of hair across my face
And swirled throughout my body
Washing away The King from memory.
I felt like The Wicked
Witch of the West melting
By the power of water.
The demons had finally
Left me body
And were left on the floor to rot.
I stood up, and saw
The crowd staring
I felt naked, exposed.
Then I looked at the
Ground, and swore I saw
The King still fighting to find
A new body, and regain his
Power.
© Elizabeth H., Jordan, NY
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Drewsterrooster GOLD said...
on Jul. 5 2011 at 3:34 pm
This is part of a verse poem book I'm in the midst of writing . . .and the earlier ones still have not been posted or accepted.