on the way between destinations one day a car rear-ended me...so i wrote this

Quagmires Infinite

With trembling hand I scrawl,
Tremors working their way
Along the length of my body,
The aftershocks reverberating
As a result of the quake
That exploded my core,
Unleashing a flood.

Comes without warning,
But yet you knew it was coming.
Waters and residue cannot be held in.
But to let them out is dangerous,
And now even this pen presents a problem.
At least the car's not bent.

Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-03 at 04:56

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