by ERS   Dec 10, 2020

I've got books in places where there should be bones,
Words scribbled so neatly on my legs they look like scars,
Blood-pacts for a tongue,
Open doors for lips,
An a seaglass-beach for a heart,

So beaten,
Yet so soft,

I've got a thesaurus in place of a brain,
A forest of unending run on sentences,
Yet when you speak to me I can't find a single word,


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  • 1 year ago

    by Skyfire

    Many congratulations! I love the simplicity and complexity that are all wrapped up in one write.

  • 1 year ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Congratulations on your win! This is an excellent poem.

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Congratulations on your win! This is such a awesome write.

  • 1 year ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I'm so glad that this piece won. Good job!

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Congratulations ERS.
    A wonderful use of metaphors, that explode images of tough times in life.
    Keep writing:) M

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