Mutilated Poem by Euphory Lalize

Mutilated



I woke up and found myself under a bed
Might have left something from the traces of red
Need to know the situation and think fast
But currently, I don't have brain that much.

I'm falling from the grill
Smoke accompanied by a burnt smell
I need to keep my grip hard
but it looks like I'm not the dominant hand.

I'm drowning and don't even know how to swim
I don't want to get bloated
Need to turn off the switch from the drain
But it looks like it's too far to reach even for my intestines.

I'm stuck in a shoe on the floor while my pair is hanging by the door
Judging from the landscape,
this location is not a familiar place.
The sun is setting
I see it darkens more the stains.

I already have needles and threads.
Who can start the sewing and lead?
Let's find and gather all the pieces
For today we have more to finish
So hopefully before the moon fades away,
we can put the newly made dolls on display.

Monday, July 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,murder
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