www.whyville.net Oct 19, 2008 Weekly Issue



Wicked777
Whyville Poet

Sleight of Hand

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CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC
And I hide.
And sob.
And cry.

I don't belong here, I never have
I'm an alien with no planet to claim
My blood runs black
My veins are rubbery and gray
My face drawn with paleness
My fingers spidery white

I have found glory in happiness
I know who I am
My blood is bright crimson
My veins are a beautiful pastel blue
My face is bright and flushed
My fingers dance across piano keys

And I sigh.
And hum.
And sing.

 

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