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The Fonce by Ellen Donbeck

October 15th, 2009  |  Published in Halloween Galore, Poetry

After hours, I awoke in a pool of sweatsh
And the realization that I’m very much not alone
I look out my window for the comfort of sunlight
Only to be mocked by the skyscrapers of the dead
Why had I nestled here I thought
So close to this restful sight, so loud in its eternity
Ticking, taunting any peace
My cover blown, I freeze
My throat begging to be swallowed
Dry, can’t breathe
She’s here
Underneath my nails I feel her creep into me
She’s hungry
For a moment I think I’ll run
For a moment I think I’ll scream
But that moment was all I had
And now she will have me
I wondered if I loved
I wondered if I lived
I look out my window for one last time
Why had I nestled here I thought
Away from the warmth of the sun
Maybe I’ll get the answer
After her dinner is done


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