Poetry for the Emotional Teenager

The Exquisite Corpse

The Exquisite Corpse

At midnight, at almost every night-

I wake up because of pure terror.

I feel as if knives and daggers

are stabbing into my back

and the behind of my head.

But once I woke up and

the feeling was gone.

But another emotion

filled my gut. I walked outside,

and found myself

talking to my now

dead goat hanging in a tree.