The Crystal (Part Three of a True Experience)
This crystal has
haunted my mind
sending it into a
realm of evil
each time i sleep
i fear the crystal
especially its
significance
and what it has
instore for me
yet the yearning for
adventures of
the third kind
set my spirit ablazed
last night was
this sketchy dream
akin to what you would
witness on a faulty television
you knew you had
the dream
but immediately forgot
most of it the moment
you opened your eyes
One horrendous image
however, remained
to send the shivers
down my spine -
i had turned
light green
like a devil and
my head was round
like a pomelo
there were those
little sparing bunches
of hair over the head
in a surprisingly
uniform manner
each strand of hair
was like, can you imagine,
a flat green noodle?
the phobia that
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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