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17 May 2014

The Unconscious Comes Up

Half asleep, I recall
that teacher

who

tormented us children
long ago.

Then

I drift into a thought
of murder—

what! —

pushing her down a cliff …
gentle me.

Shock.


(Written as a series 
in tilus

form.)


For the Poetic Asides prompt: The unexpected. 

Note: For tilus explanation see preceding posts or click on tag.

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