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The Drop

March 10, 2014
By S-E-Marks BRONZE, Altadena, California
S-E-Marks BRONZE, Altadena, California
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At that old house
In withering walls
I hide, heavy breathing
The linen closet’s long, quick drop.

My brother, young and pudgy
Walks through the hall
I await his arrival
For a universally shocking prank.

I’m on the floor, a thump
Radiates throughout that home,
They come running I get up, “Are you okay?”
Blood darkens my fingers and hair.

At that old house
I leave, with no tears, but
My bones scared stiff
The linen closet’s long, quick drop.

(SM)


The author's comments:
I fell one night and busted my head. I had to get staples in my head and junk. So this is about that.

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