my shoulder pinned
under your chin,
your arms
envelope, encase, ensnare me within
a cocoon of tendons and skin
that ossify as you close your eyes.
i emerge with the sun in the sky.
i slip out like butter,
and fly
silently into the day as it breaks.
Author notes
sorry that it rhymes; it just happened as i was writing it. hope you like it anyway.
A contest entry
- checking the underbelly by najji.
1000 points, ended October 31, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Your words slip out like butter and fly so beautifully.
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"sorry that it rhymes"
rhyming qualifies as poetry, don't worry; even if this didn't rhyme it would qualify as poetry!
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Rhyme is not a problem.
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