Cold, Dark holesA Poem by Kaela CravenI'm going through a very intensely bad time in my life.
I am grateful for tunnels. For dark, cold holes To shrink into.
I am grateful for quilts And movies And vodka.
I am grateful for 8.1% alcoholic beers And the way they bring my dinner up In the evening.
I am grateful for ugliness and hatred And my power to humiliate.
But mostly I am grateful for death. © 2012 Kaela CravenReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 23, 2009 Last Updated on November 2, 2012 AuthorKaela CravenTucson, AZAbout"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..Writing
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