Wilted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 15, 2018

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My mood is tart and gnarled
Its grip insuperable
Like the brutal onyx pinch
Of an abortive clamp.

It jointly dulls and pierces, like,
An ointment spiked with knives
Or a killer-kind of surgeon light,
That numbs as well as blinds.

And like a sterile, clipped syringe
Open, loaded, cold
It empties flesh of pride and pulse
And extirpates the soul.

 

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