Very Bad Archive
5th Grade Memory
T Buk
I awoke to water dripping
The counter, wet
It was real
It did happen
I told myself it was a dream
A telephone had rang
A voice had come out
An eye had closed
A tear had come out
Hands shaking
She had spilled it
Moved it
Wiped it clean
To the best of her ability
I sat in a wooden chair,
and tried not to stare.
T Buk has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of T's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of T's latest works: