strands of hair
growing ‘neath my tongue
unnoticed ‘til now
plucking is impossible
roots buried deep
acceptance only choice
I braid to keep
stray strands in check
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My contribution to Monkey Man's Sunday 160.
where one writes a story in 160 characters total (including spaces).
The strange poem above is based upon last night's dream.
9 comments:
under your tongue? yikes!
smiles. i sincerely hope this is a metaphor....
Yes....metaphorically speaking. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160. Always fun to come by and visit you.
OMG ... hope it never comes to that! At least my hairs are a shade of blonde.
Manages to be strangely disturbing and oddly compelling all at once.
=)
Eek! Hope that dream never comes true!
What a creepy dream!
Ew! I'd ask you if you "played the number" but I don't think growing hair under your tongue is in the Dream Book.
Do you know what I mean? Does anyone still do that? My mother would run and look up her dream in a dream book them go play the number in that day's lottery. Never won. Still does it.
Yes, you called it: strange. If I remembered my dreams, I'm not so sure I'd want to sleep.
Yikes! I'm with Sue above..disturbing and compelling!
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