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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jonah-Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are these white-capped jesters...and jackals<br>Who have placed me in the belly of a<br>White death-stinking fish? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.<br>Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.<br>Not this time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jesters and tittering hyenas, with their night-lumin<br>Eyes, who tiptoe soft through the loud-hinged door...<br>And shut it quietly-quick behind them.<br>They are breathing to find me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They safari hunt for me...beating the bush-room.<br>Mine. I am hiding in the pillow, in the chest of drawers, <br>In the air.<br>They can't find me with their needles and needle-quick<br>Pills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rancid, disinfected fish is down the hall, around the<br>Corner...on the ceilings.<br>I can sense death rattles...quick as goodbye from<br>Yesterday. The fish swallows the soft, noisy passage.<br>The fish is Hill House. The fish is the jackals' den.<br>The fish, with no fins, rummages the halls, airborne, <br>Hovering on moon-shadowed winds.<br>A scream, a gurgle, the fish forgets me for the moment.<br>The jesters still seek, seethe. They have other work now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something is wrong.<br>Something is amiss in Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have placed me in a room with no art.<br>There is someone at the door...snuffling dog noises.<br>Who are you that you do not answer me? <br>The dog has gone. I think it has gone...but I do not think<br>It was a dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have taken everything. Even the name of my Father...<br>Given it to the jackals. This, my scent.<br>They seethe out of their fish-den, carefully stepping over<br>It's teeth. Man-shark teeth. Death teeth.<br>They walk with needles balanced on a tray...rainbow pills<br>In teensy, little cups...watch me to make sure I've swallowed<br>The rainbow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something is my God wrong.<br>Something should not be happening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot walk out of this vile fish...like Jonah. I cannot go<br>Past it's teeth. I am afraid...more of a coward.<br>Even your God cannot help me now.<br>I fear the teeth will SNAP! shut when I'm half-way through the<br>Opening.<br>Will anyone care if the jackals laugh, lapping my blood...<br>While I walk away from a white death-fish? <br>Walking home.<br>Walking alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elysabeth+Faslund">Elysabeth Faslund</a><div class=q>
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Who have placed me in the belly of a
White death-stinking fish? 

Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.
Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.
Not this time.

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