Blankets of Misery by Mary Bone

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Blankets of Misery

Blankets of misery
heaped on my head.
The icy fingers of winter
grabbed at my throat.
Shards of hot coal
fell from the sky.
The soles of my feet
were scorched.
I woke up in a sweat.
Nightmares are like that.

Mary-BoneMary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.

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