You Give Me Butterflies

by Paul Hirst   Jul 18, 2018


I stifle my scream
Turn pain to Peaches and Cream
A punch to the face becomes soft fabrics and lace
A casual slap to the head my warm comfy bed a slash from the stick tangy sherbet dip
Soft Summer wind in the trees instead of bruised bleeding knees
Hate filled spit in my eyes soothing lullabies
A kick to my head beautiful starburst in red
I stifle my cries turn bruises to butterflies

    report violation
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  • 5 years ago

    by Darren

    judges comment

    Just that power in the last line. IF a break had been placed after 'cries' this would have been a 10. I just think the punch would be missed without. Such a colorful write, dressing up such disturbing undertones with delightful imagery is very clever. Great job PH (7 points)

    • 5 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      I thank you all in over whelmed with the generosity of my fellow scribes
      Thank You

  • 5 years ago

    by RustySoul

    Congratulations Mark!

  • 5 years ago

    by Mark

    Congrats!

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A dramatic, dark picture of violence. Creatively written raises vivid imagery. Definitely worthy of its nomination. Best wishes Milly x

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