i peel your smile
into halves, then quarters
just to poke at the pink flesh
of the inside of your lies.
i dig
with mustard feet and hands
slippery, sticky
and it feels so good to
tear you inside-out.
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries 40 words or less #31 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended November 6, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well done!
The imagery is painful and true. I like to flow and metaphor. It hurts as it should.
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Ouch! Well done in imagery and metaphor...very strong depth in feelings...I have felt this way about a few people in my life...
...thank you for entering.
mystic
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