My words were traced with
morphine; flawless in hiding
the hurt I was causing you
I smiled deceptively,
picking off a little part of you,
piece by piece.
If only it wasn't so painful
to see you trust me so much.
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A contest entry
- Prompt Contest 15 entries 40 words or less #31 by mysticstorm.
650 points, ended November 6, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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short and sweet. or in this case not sweet. but very good
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picking scabs ... the same as re-opening old wounds and causing yourself pain. Nice write; short and to the point. thank you for entering
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Love the metaphor in this...very creative use of trust and pain...
thank you for sharing...
mystic -
Love the use of morphine within this poem
Painful truths hurt
Best wishes and good luck
Julie
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Wow, this is a great take on the prompt. Very original
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