Pencils
by Ezzy G. Languzzi
An army of pencils
Surrounded my bed
Was it all just a dream?
Was it all in my head?
Unfurled like a carpet
A rainbow of colors
This army of pencils
Made way for the others
They invaded my thoughts
Permeated my being
Sharpened and crying,
We hear you breathing!
Oh, no you don't, I said.
You're no gift, but a curse
You come when you want
Go, now
Disperse!
In a stupor I battled
Weary and tired
Until I'd pushed every-single-last-one
Into a fire
