Today is the last day of April; can you believe it? This month flew by for me! I didn’t get to read as much poetry as I wanted, but I did draft several new poems, and of course I’ve been sharing one reprint a week here on the blog. Before I close out the month with today’s choice, here are the links to the first four, in case you missed any:
- The Mountains Do Not Call Me <– nature/life
- If, Indeed <– grammar humor sonnet (I know)
- The Comedian <– horror
- Texas Rain <– nature/life
Let’s wrap things up with another horror poem. “Thirst” was first published in the HWA Poetry Showcase Volume 5 by the Horror Writers Association. Now here it is below, free for you to enjoy!
Thirst
I want thirst.
I long to feel the dusty,
gritty dryness of need—
the sticky, viscosity of bare—
the aching muscle-tightness of thirsty.
I wish I could only dream
of liquids.
Of cool, refreshing splash—
of hot, invigorating gulp—
of tepid but satisfying swallow.
If only I were dying of it.
Anything other than what I have now—
this thick, moist lapping
against your skin
as I drink. As I sup. As I drain
you like an easy goblet on a windowsill
in summer,
liquid sweat collecting
against my fingers
until you’re empty.
I am not thirsty
anymore.
© Annie Neugebauer, 2018
Thanks so much to everyone who celebrated National Poetry Month with me! I really appreciate your reading, subscribing, commenting, and sharing. I hope you’ve had a wonderful April.
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