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the smell of fear
Contributed by
simonwrite
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Thursday, 5th November 2009 @ 12:13:20 PM in AEST
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oops
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The smell of fear is a pile of meat so rotten that it is green
oozing drops of wet cement into the vat that’s got me chained to the bottom
I watch as skeletons and forgotten dreams sink into thick sticky pools of tar
That I keep in the part of my brain I don’t like to visit
Thankfully, I’m only neck deep
So I can still smell the aroma ammonia and humid air that drifts
From tropical nights in forgotten lands
I keep asking for a rope
But the lifeguard is on her lunch break
And I didn’t sign the waiver
The old man in the corner wearing a top hat and beat up loafers
Keeps playing one note on a standup bass that is out of tune.
It’s dark
I’m stuck
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2009-11-05 12:13:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: the smell of fear
(User Rating: 1 ) by spud on
Monday, 23rd November 2009 @ 03:50:38 AM AEST (User
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Hi,
Again, another terrific write.
This is the first time I've visited your page ...... and
it won't be the last.
Van Gogh once said ....... ''I feel a relationship
between my colours and the music of Wagner.''
Well, I say ..... ''I feel a relationship between my life's history and the words of 'simonwrite.'
Write on, my friend!
Tommy
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