Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

PARTICLES

My feet were exposed

And I felt a tugging underneath

I felt myself becoming aware,

I waited to see-

The tentacles wrapped and coiled

Around my body and legs

Until finally it stopped at my mouth

Tempting and haunting me.

I felt comfortable to speak to it,

The strange monstrosity-

But I was quickly awakened

I remembered my oath to my family.

Before my very eyes, the tentacles

Erased, dissipated.

I saw particles drifting away.