you are made of wet cement, so you're scared
that if i get too close, i'll carve my initials into
your skin like an old tattoo; the tattoo that
the business man regrets getting--
under the influence of mary jane and her friend,
Jack D. You are a closing elevator door--
so i force my hand in between your heart, and re-open
those old memories covered in dry tears and melted wax.
And i pour that wax into the drying cement;
And make a last impression.
A contest entry
- quickie XII by Salty Hibiscus.
400 points, ended February 19, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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you have made an impression with this top piece... enjoyed it... congrats on the HM.
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nicely done. kudos
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cool write. thanks for sharing.
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i think this is great
ui love the idea that you had for it
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