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Mare of The Night

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.

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