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for a creature that i am fond of
by Corey Lockabyshe lay on the carpet
motionless asleep
black and shining like
a t-model ford
maybe 20 years
at least, certainly older than me
i heard a frustrated groan emerge
from her cleft palate
alien throat
nobody could say with words
what she dreams
but i know it's the unwanted other
an intruder to her once-peaceful abode
even within her dreams, haunting her
winding the clock for her death
so long pending
she is still beautiful, even in pain
her green eyes still flash with
keen understanding
she is more than equal
shining, breathing, moving easily and calculated
i fear that i will miss her. 02/25/2007 Posted on 02/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Corey Lockaby
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