Wednesday, December 19, 2012


               THE FALL

Sometimes I feel
Like I'm being buried alive
In the dreams of another
A nightmare I can't escape
Entangling me in the waving tentacles
That reach out for someone else
To give it substance--
Strangling me with demands
I cannot fulfill
Pushing me to the edge
of the nightmarish cliff
Sometimes I wait for that time
and hope
That after the fall
I'll wake...
     -Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1986

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