An old demon punched me
in the face as I slept -
punched me hard.
Delicate wounds ripped open
with recollection.
Blood rushed, swelling scars,
morphing my mug
to a puffer fish pout.
In the mirror,
I find myself transformed
back some twenty-seven years -
a teenager tenderly touching
ghostly stitches.
A Promise Kept
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
