She tries to conceal
the stain on her inner thigh.
But this permanent bruise-
(left by five years of secrecy)
-has grown wider and
w i d e r,
until you can see from space that she is marked.
To make up for it,
she apologizes profusely to
the concerned hands that
test the waters of her damage.
Her eyes scream:
this is not a piece of clothing, I cannot take this off.
"Understand" he says "I'm just sad I couldn't stop it."
But he will put his hands on her
and smooth away the marks
until all that is left is a single stain
on her inner thigh.
(because it never goes away, just becomes less important.)
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this is not a piece of clothing, I cannot take this off.
"Understand" he says "I'm just sad I couldn't stop it."
wonderful
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one half of ~ZombiesAteUs
--
Me: I would be terrified if someone asked me to make a family tree.
Me: and all the cousins I mean? that's JUST my mother's side.
<annika235>that wouldnt be a tree
<annika235>it's a FOREST
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I don't kiss the lines with rhythm and rhyme the way I used to.
I write with a feather sword in my own blood.
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I am creating my own style of stupidity. You are welcome to emulate it.
and smooth away the marks
until all that is left is a single stain
on her inner thigh."
This is the most beautiful and vivid poem ever...
Great job
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