Images of What You DoA Poem by Annette Jay SweeneyExperimentingElectric currents strike through the zapper, a moth catches that momentary glimpse, and she has to go. She can’t resist the
touch, the sensation, knowing the
unnatural fire will burn her wings, crack her
lungs, burst her eyes, and leave her in a pile of her own ashes. It’s like the person with sticky fingers… they just can’t resist something so far out of their price range. The sign says $299.99, but you know it can be “bought” for free. The ring around your lip is a saucer I would like to drink from… I try not to stare at it like a dehydrated sponge full of holes… It’s like my cat’s eyes watching my food and waiting until I head for the toilet, then pouncing on soft paws, tasting what she knows isn’t hers even though she loves me. You gently touch my shoulder as you pass and speak with me, not knowing that you are as tempting as a tree on the top of a mountain during a lightning storm. Your branches keep reaching, tickling the clouds but I hear the thunder and subdue the static before it reaches out too far. © 2010 Annette Jay SweeneyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnette Jay SweeneyIDAboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..Writing
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