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Kwyjibo
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there's a wolf at my door
a claw embedded in the wood
teeth gnashing,
dripping with foam and blood
your sisters cry and your mother faints
and the growling grows louder
and the wood splinters--then breaks
its head shoots through
and you see its mismatched eyes
one brown, one blue
your brother cries out
and kicks at the door
it flies wide open
and the wolf makes his move
devours your brother
and your sister too
he's now had his fill
and he walks out the door
blood and foam drip and melt
the snow below.
a claw embedded in the wood
teeth gnashing,
dripping with foam and blood
your sisters cry and your mother faints
and the growling grows louder
and the wood splinters--then breaks
its head shoots through
and you see its mismatched eyes
one brown, one blue
your brother cries out
and kicks at the door
it flies wide open
and the wolf makes his move
devours your brother
and your sister too
he's now had his fill
and he walks out the door
blood and foam drip and melt
the snow below.
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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it's not what you see,
it's what is unknown,
why were you left alone?
i liked this poem
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.