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30/30 Poetry Challenge (2017) Creative Writing Poetry

Day 24 – The Thing Itself (blackout, haiku-ish poem)

By on July 9, 2017

 

waiting for the thing
is scarier than
the thing itself

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    Beth

    January 1, 2018

    The blacked-out portions in the blackout poem make me feel as though the thing is hovering. The free-floating anxiety that comes when you’re waiting for the thing can be like a fear that paralyzes at the brain-stem level. Glad to have found your work here, just a little ways down the interstate from my nesting grounds in the woods near Pensacola.

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