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Alabaster Horn
A horn emerged one morning with the tawny sun Raised in between my eyes, steely as a gun.
My fingers split from tracing up the tapered tip, My pillow bleeding feathers, ripped to cotton strips.
The doctor made a house-call, brought his rawhide bag, Prodded my burdened brow, commented on the sag
Of the skin adjoining my new accessory And on the coloration: more parchment than ivory.
He advised a UV lamp regime twice daily And mused aloud how to get the horn less scaly.
He first prescribed polymer but then thought shellac Would better seal and stuff those pesky hair-line cracks.
The UV treatment failed, my horn tarnished green. The doctor strokes his chin: why don't we try some bleach?
He super glued my forehead, plastered up my pores, Smothering the wrinkles he so violently abhorred.
The next morning I awoke to a loathsome sight My face had liquefied to paste overnight;
A pond of toxic sludge congealed on the floor Pooling in the arc of an alabaster horn.
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Category: Couplets | Added by: Lauren (2012-12-01)
| Author: Lauren
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