I must have weird dreams,
or it could have something to
do with the fact I was reading The Hobbit
before bed and up to the part about the dragon,
But I woke with the opening line and had to get it down.

~L.~


Bloodied Cream




I'm scared of cream
Whipped with blood,
Bodies fear-mangled
Senses ripped and caked with mud.

Pushed into long free-fall
Down a deep, Red-tinged well,
Befuddled by Blackness
The soul consumed by flames of Hell.

I am shaking in my boots
So scared of bloodied cream,
Everything's rent and torn asunder
Then I awake to it being a dream.

05/12/08.



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-12-03 at 23:50

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Cr4Ky
you're on a roll liz:D wicked and good poetry must be thundering through your veins and building up in your head:D keep up the fantastic writing;) or else your head will explode^^
2008-12-04


Kathy Lockhart
Very powerful Liz. It leaves haunting images. applaud.
2008-12-04