Still accepting names for this kind of poem.
Bumps, scrapes, and scars mar my skin,
but they are lovelier
than the stretching marks
that look like veins
of a vine
seeping
through
my skin
and taking
ahold of my
limbs, rendering them
useless and hideous
in my eyes and those of
others, or so I imagine.
(Prompt by me)
Image posted by the Internet Archive Book Images. Image from page 47 of "Little helpers" (1889).
Bumps, scrapes, and scars mar my skin,
but they are lovelier
than the stretching marks
that look like veins
of a vine
seeping
through
my skin
and taking
ahold of my
limbs, rendering them
useless and hideous
in my eyes and those of
others, or so I imagine.
(Prompt by me)
Image posted by the Internet Archive Book Images. Image from page 47 of "Little helpers" (1889).
Comments
Post a Comment