2am Poem by Margy Crumb
2am
a voice like motor oil,
onyx with a pretty rainbow film.
like a puddle on the garage floor.
a face like gasoline,
clear and flammable.
like old classroom door windows
and decades old dust.
something you tell your children not to touch
or they’ll get sick
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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4/25/2024 6:01:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Unique and luring me to want to read more.....You portray images in vivid display...and I believe your every emotion. An excellent example of hands off heed the warning. Thanks for sharing. PEACE