On The Argument That Ensued When Asked About The Saddest Thing That Ever Happened To Me

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , ,


Ah, you are not a fellow Wordeater I see
so I do not know how best to explain this to you;
you who thinks in the tangible, three-dimensional
world of your own five senses.
You who argues this did not happen 'to me'
when I can assure you it did.

Try this:

I was buried, ensconced,
snuggled on a bed of enchanted stars as
a tapestry already in existence
weaved itself anew over my hungry flesh.
The heavens engulfed me in a blanket of bliss
as below the grasses bent to the shape of
my song and even the angels fell silent
to listen -

and then...

Peter came back
and Wendy was old.

Anna Russell

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