Cameo Appearance
He lingers there, suspended in air
with one eye blue and one green,
bulbous nose, long pointed toes
and nails shaped like castor beans.
His see-through skin is so thin
it glimmers an eye-popping sheen-
resembles whey, neither white nor grey
but shimmers somewhere in between.
Intestines twine like twisted vines
backed by a neon purple spleen.
His chest is bright, flashes a light
with a rotating, multihued beam.
His mouth, a red smear, wears a leer.
One eye shines with a feral gleam.
My throat is tight, frozen in fright,
momentarily unable to scream.
My mouth is so dry I can barely cry,
"Oh God, let this be a dream.
Please . . . let it be a dream."
Faye Adams - I am a freelance writer who has published poetry, nonfiction and children's books. She has won awards for poetry, nonfiction and fiction. She is an honorary lifetime member of the Missouri State Poetry Society and co-editor of a local chapter's annual MSPS poetry and nonfiction anthology.
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