You love me?
Liar.
Can’t you see me writhing?
Can’t you see every time you call,
Every time you say those damnable words,
Every time you think of me,
You shove a needle into my soul?
Can’t you see me thrashing, flailing in agony?
Crippled and shriveled, crumpled on the floor?
I’m sick of being your pin cushion.
You say you love me,
But could you love me enough to let me go?
A contest entry
- twist by tara wilson.
2250 points, ended October 16, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is beautiful! i like the rhythm to it. emotional, but very realistic. nice work.
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oh, and excellent title, one of the best in the contest...
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I like the pin cushion part...it would be nice if this poem was formed into lines with less questions...thanks so much for entering the contest
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tee hee, you see this, you see this pain...good, it's the first step of character development
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