Your words knife through me
flaying my heart
leaving wounds that fester
and won’t heal.
Crimson rivers of pain
course through my mind
and leave me
weak
defeated.
unable to walk away.
Author notes
Prompt: 2. Cat scratch pole
Picture Credit: http://goofgirl.deviantart.com/art/Scratched-Up-91885501
10 lines (more or less)
A contest entry
- PIF Prompt Contest by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended July 27, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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Eeeww, nasty. What a fabulous take on the prompt though! Very creative. Well done.
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ew...nassy pic....but fits the poem...some women certainly hone their nails for such..never midn words.... ty for entering.
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I can relate to this so well. I've felt this way before, I really have.. something that I would like to forget about, but can't.. memories. your poem packs quite a powerful punch. Fantastic job with the prompt.
good luck
kat
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Wow. The last line was so sad. If someone is repeatedly unkind, walk away! Walk away! Life is too short to suffer. Very well written. This packs a real gut punch.
~ Joyce
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I know how that feels!!! I really do!! you did such a wonderful job I really loved this.. So much emotion.. Best of luck!!
Angel
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