In the darkness of guilt, this is what I feel.


Underneath My Knee High Guilt

There is a monster

And he speaks to me

But only after eating my stomach




And I say to him, "Please don't eat my stomach."

And he replies, softly

"No."





I give him a dollar to stop.

And he stops.

But I feel bad about giving away my only dollar.






A dollar my dad gave me for lunch tomorrow.


And the monster starts eating my stomach again.






Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 08:22

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