There's no barking --
And no sound
This late night
Yet the crematorium
IS SPARKED --
AND BURNING
AMBER FLAMES
I've dug backwards --
Into my note pages
Into my binder's depth
I've scooped up contents --
Off MY own desk!
Pulled out rough drafts --
MY sole possessions
In my sole private place
Ancient and new versions
I've lit them up --
Within the burn can
This is another night --
Another small specific
In the massive realm --
Of miasmatic modifications
Alteration of what's mine
Of my life's remains
In the post-stalking --
Stalker's continuations
There are so MANY
Other tasks demanding --
My latent attentions
There are so MANY --
Chores I'd rather perform
Still the crematorium --
Interrupts all of these
It burns for consequences --
Not of my own creation
It consumes rough drafts --
To prevent further
Exploitation
No reasons beyond this!
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions. This is a stalker based work depicting a small part of the alterations in one victim's life.
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