The Mummy Poem by Jefferson Carter

The Mummy

Rating: 2.7


THE MUMMY

Wrapped in my blue & white striped
100% Egyptian cotton bed sheet
I skulk in the vestibule. What a word–
ves.ti.bule, the last syllable
like breathing on a mirror. I overheard
two girls laughing about their teacher
arrested taking out the garbage
in his underwear. I say more power
to him. I’ll say to those girls the night
I catch them, have a little mercy.
Mercy, a word that sounds
like someone swallowing flowers.

Thursday, April 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Luz Hanaii 18 May 2019

" Mercy, a word that sounds like someone swallowing flowers." Really! you have a great imagination, thanks for sharing.

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Captain Herbert Poetry 24 April 2014

I am speechless in this poem. Very Good

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