Hydra

Hydra

A Poem by Anna Auel

Pouring chloroform in an open wound�"
hoping it will deaden the nerves, put this agony to rest.
Dreading the time when the monster awakes again to plague me,
bleed me dry, lap up my tears, tear open the fresh scab of my healing.
But let it sleep
for now,
steeped in nothingness.

 

Keep the creature at bay.

© 2012 Anna Auel


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Added on April 1, 2012
Last Updated on April 1, 2012
Tags: Fear, Anxiety, Existentialism, postmodern

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Anna Auel
Anna Auel

Shepherdstown, WV



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I graduated in 2010 from a small liberal arts college with a degree in English. I work for a periodontist during the day, in my spare time--though I long to make it full-time, but am stymied by the ne.. more..

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