It slugs along the concrete,
groveling for scraps,
a mummy of rejected parts.
An atrocity, its body
is soft and patchy
with hair, scales, flesh—
and letters.
Always fueled by my discarded
turns of phrase,
it skulks in the background
of the cellar,
gathering power pieced together
from my unwanted.
I am in charge here,
I remind myself
as I toss another poem below,
and I only need worry
if I were to give it…
something sharp.
Annie Neugebauer is a short story writer, novelist, and award-winning poet. She has work appearing or forthcoming in Wichita Falls Literature and Art Review,Six Sentences, Texas Poetry Calendar 2011, Voices de la Luna, Versifico,Collections I, Phantom Kangaroo, Ardent!, The Stray Branch, Dark Horizons,Eunoia Review, and Encore.
Well done! Nice to meet you here , Annie.
eden
Excellent prose, intriguing. Grabs the reader immediately. Will definitely read more
Eden and Kathleen, thank you very much! I’m glad you guys liked it. And I’m happy to be hosted here, so thank you for having me, L.M.!
Nice! Omg, it’s so… graphic. I almost want to imagine it but somehow I think I’d be better off without. Someone is screaming in my head too, at this point (give it the knife, give it the knife). There’s something about the idea of killing words that is very appealing to a writer. Abusing words is too. Powerful poem. Thanks, Lisa, for inviting Annie to share it with us. :O)
Thank you, Violeta! “Graphic,” “screaming,” and “powerful” are all words I love to hear in response to my work. =) So glad you enjoyed it.
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