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The Chair

The Chair

Each seam seems to stretch
reaching inward, towards shadowy canyons.
Home to a medley of forgotten treasures
Pennies toothpicks and crumbs

Beneath it, disfigured legs curl
the lead based paint chips,
from metal bones
where once a leg rest hovered.

Its arms stained from battles lost
with juices and magic markers.
Added character all too prevalent,
in candle wax deposits.

A system of springs and foam
with spinal juts, piercing
through its brown hide
while rusty fill spills to the floor.

Though its days dwindle
it still speaks at night
muttering responses
in prudent squeaks

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_penis_envy_
Jan. 31st, 2005 06:10 am (UTC)
I love it! :)

I used to write stories about these chairs and desks being alive and being sat on...it reminds me of them. Yeah, I was 8 and creative, HOKAY!?
coondog
Jan. 31st, 2005 05:14 pm (UTC)
yay! thanks dear :P
livinglifemyway
Feb. 8th, 2005 06:41 pm (UTC)
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