Another poem, I wrote this one for my creative writing class.
Bruise
it is a part of me
but not really
the color of grape jelly
with a tinge of spinach,
rotten bananas and
blueberry pie
a putrescent fruit basket
sitting in all its glory
on my shin
reminding me
that I have a coffee table
and it hurts
it started off
shaped like a crescent
now a full moon
it spreads and thinks
that it owns me
but not really
a part of me
1 comment:
Wow. I can relate to this, as can everyone with a coffee table and no ballet lessons! ...that darn coffee table just keeps attacking people. btw, I really like your line breaks in this one....really good!
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