Frissons

By ktadmin | April 13, 2009
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Submitted by Knocking from Inside Blog

Halfway through the puzzle
the picture begins to emerge.
It doesn’t look like the box cover.

A cough interrupts the perpetual
throb of the generators,
the lights flicker and dim.

They drag the river in grim silence
seeking a submerged corpse. What comes
up in their nets is not human.

–for Poefusion

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