Wicked Things We Hide Inside -The collected and complete works of Trask Harlund Edward Moonglow III-Poem 17 sick When i was young, i hated school, i wanted to be home, with my own rules... i would try to play sick, try to stay home, so i could be all alone... One day, i was alone, on one of these days... Laying in bed. in a cold medicine haze... While watching tv, I saw a dark shadow, in the static light of the televisions glow... i looked at the phone, i wanted to call Mom, but she would tell me to go to bed, just try be calm. I hung up in time, to see it hunting me... it blocked my eyes, so i couldnt see, i tried to scream, as it went from my throat to my chest, curling up in my ribcage, so it could rest... i fell to the floor, laboring to breathe, my lungs rattled, like a final wheeze... My mother found me there, burning up upon the floor, she called 9 11, and opened the door... If youd really been sick, itd left you alone, she said slyly, after she hung up the phone... Youll listen to me, let this be a test, youre going to school, and stop being a pest. That thing in your ribs, is a spell that i cast, that if you lie to me,again its gonna burn your little ass. I dont remember a thing, for the rest of the night, but my mind all blurry, from the fever so high... My mother arching her eye, and her subtle sinister grin, told me if i did get well, id never lie again... youtu.be/jCLizTg9nWo
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 01:53:26 +0000
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