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Mare of The Night

written by: Lee Dunn


To bed I went,
brooding on my have-nots,
marked for a lesson.

And in my sinking dream,
I awoke all stumpy.
There was no pain.
I had no hands.
I had no feet.
The sutures had healed over,
and the skin was smooth and beige.

Hot fear burst from ears and eyes.
I went to cry out
“It is learned! Have mercy!”
but there was too much space in my mouth.
I had not a tongue.
The sutures had healed over,
and the skin was smooth and pink.

Lee Dunn

Lee Dunn

Retired after 50 years in the workforce.
Have been a voracious reader for most of my life, and dabbled in the writing of poetry and fiction for a time. Now that time allows, I’m pursuing writing.
I have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press.
I blog at AreMyFeetOffTheGround and there you will find anything from the surreal to the horrifying to the humorous, with a healthy peppering of poetry in the space between.
Lee Dunn

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