Still Life

Still Life

A Poem by In Em's Wonderland

Most of what I feel
is in my imagination.
The view from inside my head
is as if the TV is talking
to itself again.
Surely, I am evading
my responsibilities.
I want something 
pulled out of me!
None of us knew the ghosts.
They invited tragedy.
Await for something to decompose.
I only fear what
my mouth can't swallow.
A dirty, dirty trick.
A still life.

© 2025 In Em's Wonderland


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In Em's Wonderland
In Em's Wonderland

Madison, WI



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