They mar
the parchment
of my flesh,
in a daredevil diary
that chronicles
my failures at
tempting fate.
A razor slash,
a puckered
bullet wound
and battered knees
that bear testimony
to the sports of pain
I often worshipped.
They mar
the parchment
of my flesh,
in a daredevil diary
that chronicles
my failures at
tempting fate.
A razor slash,
a puckered
bullet wound
and battered knees
that bear testimony
to the sports of pain
I often worshipped.
A contest entry
- 30-40 words of Brilliance #21 by AutumnGypsy.
550 points, ended November 1, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Now this is what I call colouring outside the lines, what a wonderful interpretation of the prompt. best to you in the contest
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