My skin layers scars;
I outline them each with
misused medication
and rewritten biographies
that I scratch along the altar
of reflection.
Induced contraception;
demanding you
from the gravestone
where I weep.
Author notes
Dad,
[An open fist, instead of a closed one, can wave hello as well as goodbye. ]
- Juniper tree burning.
A contest entry
- With this prompt; I want you to remember why im trying. by Mango Memories.
400 points, ended November 3, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WOW
very very poerful imagery and very dark and sad..excellent pen though, and a well deserved GOLD.
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shit. story of my life. bravo.
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bravo.
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