Bare Bulbs and the Biopsy Inbetween

By Abberant

My bare-buckling feet
Yearn you -still
As they walk
On through these
Broken bulb ideas.

Each month we're
Weakened; watered
Down biopsy drinks

I jest, falsely.

With mangled love,
Too afraid for happy-
Moments.

But to cold for anything else.

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Copyright 2017 Abberant
Published on Monday, December 4, 2017.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • hazydaisy On Saturday, December 9, 2017, hazydaisy (110)By person wrote:

    Your kind of style is right up my alley. Great job! I'll be watching for your posts.

  • Cassette On Tuesday, December 5, 2017, Cassette (592)By person wrote:

    I love this a lot, but one thing about it is bothering me: in the line, "I jest, fakely." I feel like fakely is such an undeveloped word... maybe look into something a little more on par with the rest of this work. Just my two cents, of course.

  • Bornfrompain On Monday, December 4, 2017, Bornfrompain (522)By person wrote:

    Very well done!!! - BFP

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