Thursday, January 29, 2009

workings of reworked poem

this is what i have so far...I want to make it more of a metaphor though


one cheek slammed on clammy concrete

stinging cheese grated skin

blood, brain, and arms open.

offer up the stares gasping

shoes that tiptoe around

never stopping.

the ground should break

rumbling apart

to swallow me whole.

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