Must there be consideration to pace and prose?
No haiku rhythm thingo either yes?
Late night effort.
it is called, The Last
Minute Thesis
As she sat by the edge of my mind,
Fat and Bloated, she grew larger
her expression candid her smile cruel
alas, the (w)horror! Insurmountable!
her tendrils of guilt trailed
latching on my view of the world
tainting my experiences
like a rot, my spirit suffered
A sphinx, her questions ambiguous
many riddles to come, i passed not one!
with despondence i whimpered
she could not care less.
oh no not her
my resolve sparked a-fire
I entered her between lines
her body paper soft transcribed
Desperation, thou art in words
