Written for Sunday's Whirligig
It was the birthday
of resentments
each move
choking
eroding
no take backs
no open gates here
no sparks
no dazzling smile
for you
I pared
my love
to stumps
move on!
before
i remember
where
i hid the weapons
i
forgot
to
say
you
can
rot
for
all
i
care
6 comments:
Oooo. glad you got that off your chest:)
You sure know how to pair rotting and weapons. Proud of you.
Whew . . . eroding . . . rotting . . .
Like you said, not a Love Poem . . .
I love the format - somehow reminded me of a sword in combination with those fierce and wonderful words.
i like this one a lot.. you said it ALL
I like this one. Creative and very to the point!
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