hole in my heartwith what is left
in my senses in mylungs in my logic in my
sky pusha little wider
burn me open
with one more
cigarette
burn that girl
through to bone
of my will
and testament.
dear gaping hole in my heartwith what is left of my will and testament. |
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the irony.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
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We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!! Oy!
-'Flogging Molly'
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
in wording it just right.
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We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!! Oy!
-'Flogging Molly'
I agree with MichelleLynn that the poem conveys a sort of physicality, like shallow breathing. I think it's the small stanzas and the visual structure as well as the words themselves. Well-executed.
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Current novel-in-progress.
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stop hiding.
i can handle you.
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Current novel-in-progress.
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