Sara Fielder - 200 Corpses

In the field of books
where people have no faces,
I entered innocently
to look among the pages.
They smacked gum on and on and on
all the dizzy dirty blonde day long.
There were about two hundred of them.
Maybe they were jaded.
Silas said it was as pretty as apples,
and they were kindly nice to me at first
licking my face with golden leaves,
and it was so seductively maddening
that I had to throw them in the fire
before they ate me.

Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2012

Sara Fielder

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