The Jar.
By Pride Ed
you were the veins
at my throat;
roots
protruding through
diaphonized
lungs;
pain on display
pickled, prodded,
left…
a hanger for dust
galvanized no more.
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Copyright 2014 Pride Ed
Author's Note:
Done for a prompt on allpoetry.Comments on "The Jar."
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On Saturday, July 28, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
Nice word choice and images. Great work.