Thursday, December 2, 2010

12/2/10

Faces
By Kaysorn Lee


A face rises out of the mist and I scream.
It’s his face
Their faces
All around me
Rising, rising
I swing my sword at them, at the mist
But they rise again
Stare blankly
Dead
Until one by one
They enter me
Possess me
And I am gone.


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Lee is a 21 year old biology student who writes poetry in her spare time.

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