Smile for the CameraA Poem by RogueProse
The mind records
Each dot, dash, comma Tucked away in a mental file Photographs automatically snapped An unconscious observer Of the words racing across the screen Truth thrumming just below their surface Chilling realization To see who is typing them Even this space heater turned on high Can no longer warm these bones *thrumming is a word I picked up from Frieda. It fit nicely here and I thank her for it. © 2013 RogueReviews
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