sometimes, I claim myself
broken to avoid the inevitable
fixing of whatever you
seem to see in spades.
and now,
my red nails can only pause
on veins just stubborn enough
to last 'till the final silken
caress, because I find it impossible
to react like everyone else does --
and often,
they direct hearts and diamonds
to the mistakes I've made just so
someone else can one-up my confidence;
because nothing fails to elaborate
quite like a pokerface grin.
Author notes
prompt: "Your's are not exclusive, we all contain defects. The tiny ones pass by without ever knowing the pain we cause. Larger ones...well those we need to work on, get over and figure out why we had them in the beginning. When we finally admit that we are not perfect and the world won't die if it does not revolve around us, we might have a chance. It's slim at best but isn't hopeless a defect too?" - Cannonsfire
A contest entry
- We all have them.... by Cannonsfire.
1500 points, ended November 13, 11 entries
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Comments
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'aha'...this has that ending that makes a reader go oh wow...nicely done here
C
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