Pit,
liked a clenched fist,
sticks
deep within your throat.
So
there, it slowly
grows
roots that only know
how to grip and choke.
Pit,
liked a clenched fist,
sticks
deep within your throat.
So
there, it slowly
grows
roots that only know
how to grip and choke.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
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Hello dad! Hello mom!
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nice piece…..very creative.
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Thanks for reading. Appreciate your comment.
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You welcome…I’m also a poet and you can check out my blog @ smart2victor.wordpress.com..Thank you
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Love it!
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1,000,000 thank yous!
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Intensely visual and I picture the fit clenching the throat. What inspired this poem by you?
P.S Sorry about yesterday. I had to change to name. oh! and you asked how’s my chapbook coming along? I’m still working on a few things. I’m changing things around to further complete my work. But, It’s going. 🙂
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good good. interesting question on the inspiration for this one. i think i just wanted to rhyme pit and stick.
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Excellent! I like the way you think. 🙂
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