Apr 2014
I doubt anyone knows
that my calloused fingers
are raw in their translucence
beneath the scars;
that the pomegranate and magnolia you wear
are in my veins like my very blood;
that your pulse was all that remained
when they stripped the rest of me away,
and that the melting point of steel
is 98.6 degrees.
that my calloused fingers
are raw in their translucence
beneath the scars;
that the pomegranate and magnolia you wear
are in my veins like my very blood;
that your pulse was all that remained
when they stripped the rest of me away,
and that the melting point of steel
is 98.6 degrees.
Prompt: "I doubt anyone knows..."
I'm still attempting National Poetry Writing Month? Maybe at the end of April, I can sit down and write a ton in the span of a couple of days...
I'm still attempting National Poetry Writing Month? Maybe at the end of April, I can sit down and write a ton in the span of a couple of days...
