MummifiedA Poem by Tim BuckleyScary stories that lastTim Buckley ©
2013 MUMMIFIED I must
confide, I cannot hide, this fear I
have of the mummified. For though
they've died and lay petrified, their curse
still stalks today. It began
while I, a little guy, believed brother’s muttered mummylies. And as I
grew, his fibs did too, I store
them to this day. So I’ll
stay mortified of the mummified (and things
with Boris Karloff eyes) though it’s
fear not rationalized, and it
knots my tummyside… who's
wrapped up here, anyway? © 2013 Tim Buckley |
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1 Review Added on May 15, 2013 Last Updated on May 15, 2013 AuthorTim BuckleySeattle, WAAboutI'm a 60 year old writer in Seattle. I love short fiction--especially humor and satire--and strive for the "perfect" story. That's all for now; you can judge me by my work. more..Writing
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