Treasure Island

Kristen Otto

(Fredericton NB)


The darkness in my house
reminds me of cold wet caves
how dangerously awful it must be
to inhale all that smoke and dust and ash
it's a dangerous job but someone has to do it

As the walls cave in all around me
I can't breath and the air is getting shallow
people gasp for air that they can't catch

I snap back to life
I am in my room with blankets all over me
I laugh
what an imagination i must have

Submitted: Monday, August 14, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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