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You're a nice distraction
from my proximal problem,
proximate cause,
proxy for so many things
that I refuse to say.

I could spend
all my days
mired in the muck of imagining,
making up fairy tales,
(stories of you)
fables and tragedy,
(mysteries, too)
spinning story lines,
each a fine diversion
(nice excursion)
phony version
of the tale I dare not tell.

So let's walk away from it all,
tiptoe quietly, please 
lest these tales become truth
and shred my heart.

Tonight there is a sinkhole
spreading under my feet,
and something feral and insatiable
lurking under the bed.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.


Jae Rose said...

I like the play on proxy..sink holes can swallow you up..they can also be a great way to belch out the truth..figuratively speaking!

February 19, 2014 at 8:30 AM
rebecca said...

I really liked this - the cadence of the poem is what I loved best; your usage and play on words were excellent.

February 19, 2014 at 10:13 AM
Sheilagh Lee said...

I love your play on words you're very talented Ann

February 19, 2014 at 10:30 AM
Old Egg said...

How beautifully this reads with the intoxicating alliteration and word play. Are you more than a a match for him seeing that he's hiding under the bed?

February 19, 2014 at 3:51 PM
Bethe77 said...

You are an excellent writer. Love this!

February 19, 2014 at 10:13 PM
Belva Rae Staples said...

You've driven him under the bed, but be careful. Great work!

February 20, 2014 at 10:11 AM
Alice Audrey said...

Talk about a scary night.

February 20, 2014 at 11:12 AM
Sancho said...

I've always wanted something feral under my bed, or in it. Alas...

February 21, 2014 at 2:56 AM

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