Emergency Exit (Poem Every Day 25)

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Stony showers flood down for days

river of clay breaking out of its bank

by the time the sun comes out

I've become caked in, neck deep

A sane woman would've found shelter 

fled to higher ground found a better way

except I only know what is mine so I do not stray

become nothing but a mountain of mud.

Eventually, I'm exhumed, body mangled, yet face intact

a hush goes down as I'm laid out on the oversaturated bank

worms still clinging to my skin, whispering how lovely I am

what a waste what a waste to become such a pretty face.

Created: Apr 26, 2017

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