her calloused ankles
waded through my
puddled tears
until her soul was dry
and weathered
concrete cracks
so cleverly
that I was jammed
against her jelly jar
and smashed
clung to a curb
like trash
awaiting tuesday's
two ton truck
A contest entry
- I hope I never feel this... by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended August 21, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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wow, sounds like some love smash!
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Clean out the garbage and remove the grime and what do you have left? shallow dust. Nice.
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Yes, thank you.
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