My collection of free short stories. Because nothing else in life is free.

The Burlap Man

My body was made of Hessian,
Burlap to many and cloth to few.
I worried as the moths woke me,
Carrying a piece of me in their mouths as food.
I could hear them nibbling, biting, devouring me.
I swung my arms, and they attached to them too.
Every effort failed and contributed to my pain.

This morning, as I looked in my broken mirror, I figured out a plan.
My face was no longer the one I loved.
It was battered, full of stuffing and full of hate.
I wanted them to die, I wanted them to glow.
So as they fluttered around my body, attached by their mouths,
I lit a match.

But their fluttering extinguished the tiny fury.
I tried again.
And then again.
It only angered them.

They had finished eating me and left me alone with my cotton insides.
I don’t know why they had not eaten all of me, but now it didn’t matter.
I couldn’t move and I couldn’t feel anything.
At this moment, not feeling anything is better than feeling everything.

Author’s Note: I’m not a poet. I dont think I’m good at poetry, I leave that for other talented people, but sometimes I write them, and when I do I usually place them with my stories because to me they are usually just quick stories in a poet’s format. 


3 responses

  1. Sisyphus47

    Haunting… a beautiful and dark poem 🙂

    April 18, 2012 at 5:49 pm

    • I can’t help but agree! I think all the best poems tell a story, and this one is simply inspired. =)

      April 18, 2012 at 8:49 pm

    • thanks. I actually got the idea for it after being bombarded by moths on the way out of my house. I thought to myself “Man lucky I’m not made of cloth.” Then an image of a burlap man, on fire to try to kill the moths ran through my head. Even though I used a different ending, I think this one is just as powerful.

      April 18, 2012 at 8:57 pm

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