Featured on Day Two of NaPoWriMo, this poem by Claire Wahmanholm has an eerie, off balance feel that reminds me of the dream sequences in a Nightmare on Elm Street.
The meadow unfolded before me,
a soft, uncrossable rot.
I tore myself in two along my spine and sent half of me
into the night to see if I would make it through.
Read the full poem at Poetry Daily – An online poetry anthology and bookstore, featuring a new poem every day.
Everyday Strange 
Thanks for linking to that poem–wonderful. Especially love the “gone edge.” Wow.
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