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Poetry Book

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FC: Miss Kitzmann's Poetry Book

1: Rain Running Rain pours down, flip flops slide, my hair drenched in five minutes time Street water warm, pants stick to legs wind cuts, goose bumps appear shirt grows, conforms to body. Laughter warms cold stinging skin. Eyes stare, we never care. When most run in, we run out, soaking in life.

2: Mad Hatter The man in the black torn hat was smiling Yellow teeth, distorted eyes, sunken cheeks. He toiled in his shop creating velvet hats. Purple, black, green any shade any style. All day long, stretching velvet with the silent, silver poison. Velvet slid easily with iridescent liquid slowly absorbed through skin without a sign. Oddly he sauntered. They knew he was mad. Never questioning his work, magnificent.

3: Hannah Banana "Cece" she calls as I ascend the stairs. Soft brown pigtails swish against my face. She suffocates me with a slobbery kiss. Mischievous smile swings across face, small fingers drag me to her yellow cove. She totters to the stereo, pudgy sticky fingers poke play. Nursery rhymes echo. "Dance," she instructs while handing me Bunny. Big brown eyes survey my swaying figure. Giggles erupt from her tiny pink lips. Her laughter infects me. Two bodies join the toys left littering the floor.

4: Senior Storm The trees were draped in sheets of ice. Cold and dark for three whole days. The electric company never came. By the fourth, we left to stay with a friend. The sirens sounded at three in the morning Hot flames warmed the frozen house. Smoke billowed through the vents. The bathroom floor gone the smell of smoke permeated what was left. My house, my home an empty dwelling Holding the remains of my childhood.

5: Poke-a-Dotted Disaster Two men in orange sneakers traipse around the yard. Mud clung to white shoe laces weighing down their feet. Footprints wind a path door, kitchen, carpet. Four orange sneakers lay abandoned on the stairs. Brown poke-a-dotted culprits hide from the woman suppressing giggles at their tattered appearance. Two boy in a bathtub.

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Lacy Kitzmann
  • By: Lacy K.
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  • Title: Poetry Book
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  • Started: about 6 years ago
  • Updated: about 6 years ago