Crushed

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


Crushed

 

Crushed beneath your foot,

pulverized and turned to dust.

Grit-stamped mud pile.


Submitted: August 01, 2018

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Jeff Bezaire

Not a good night I take it? I'm sorry, Hully.
Your poem is a powerful expression of that feeling. Striking images.

Wed, August 1st, 2018 9:01pm

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You are quite right, Jeff. So many things this is aimed at. Thanks for reading.

Wed, August 1st, 2018 2:03pm

Mike S.

Sorry, Hull!

Wed, August 1st, 2018 9:15pm

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Nothing for you to be sorry for, Mike. Thanks for reading.

Wed, August 1st, 2018 2:19pm

jaylisbeth

Saddened that this is personal, Hully. Power haiku.

Thu, August 2nd, 2018 2:04am

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Very. Thanks, jaylisbeth!

Thu, August 2nd, 2018 10:02am

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