My tiny humanA Poem by Rebecca Conway"The pain did the Charleston, Or perhaps it was a Salsa."I knew all along, Subconsciously. The air in the room caught In my throat, harsh and metallic. The cat stared at me knowingly, Coy, expectant. I curled my toes in the coarse pile of the carpet, Let the pain immerse my senses. Masochistic, the pain was good, My body welcomed it. I was calm. It was natural. The pain did the Charleston, Or perhaps it was a Salsa. It swelled up and up, Till my body was overcome And I slipped in between consciousness. The drone of TV ads provided a beat for my agony, The only timescale in my perfect nightmare. My tiny human, You are coming. The cat watched wordlessly. © 2012 Rebecca ConwayReviews
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StatsAuthorRebecca ConwaySheffield/Newcastle, Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutI am a third year student at Sheffield Hallam. Feel free to leave feedback on my work. Thank you for your time. http://1000words.org.uk/watchful-eyes/ more..Writing
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