tremors of sorrow traced
to beer-bottle-epicenters;
conscience covered in chipped
stain-glass memories
A contest entry
- 15 words by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended May 22, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Really interesting, at first I wasn't sure if the two thoughts were cohesive but reading again I can see they do go together.
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I had a Richter scale six weekend so I can relate.



