Her tongues locked to memories
stuck together, freeze framed
her hearts a wounded sould
just another distressed dame
the stripes on her wrists
decorating silently
all the hidden self fought battles
that ended violently
like a bee she goes through life
doing for others, but never herself
the gut wrenching details
she hides back on a shelf
waiting for a soul mate
someone to help her get bye
or until it's too late
agitate, sting, die.
A contest entry
- Click 42. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended August 6, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very powerful words you've
penned here. You really took
the prompt out of the box
and have done a wonderful job!
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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