A Terrible Poem

What would a chicken do if it were not a chicken? I wonder what I would be in a slaughterhouse. Will I be holding a knife and knife will touch my skin? Had I lived in history, how'd I be? I was a kind Macedonian or a cruel German - confuses me. Had I not … Continue reading A Terrible Poem

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Tea at five and light is almost too bright.

The days when I walked through the grass. No, it never happened. I just imagined it. For I am too weak, for I am too wrecked. Perhaps, a cup of tea will do, No, it didn't. I just finished it. And it did leave me with a bad taste. What if I make a friend. … Continue reading Tea at five and light is almost too bright.