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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

Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has written columns for the Shelburne Free Press, and writes mainly on his personal blog at AreMyFeetOffTheGround.
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