august eleventh by Ava Blui scratched myself in my sleep last night,
the marks fresh with dried blood
i know the scars will still remain
when you get here,
but i'll tell you i don't remember doing it
just so you won't ask why.
08/11/2009 Posted on 08/11/2009 Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
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Posted by V. Blake on 08/12/09 at 12:53 AM I've been keeping up with this whole series of poems--and you have yet to disappoint with any of them. All short and sweet, like the summer days that bred them. Keep it up, and I'll keep reading :-) |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/12/09 at 01:27 AM I like the energy of this, that energy suggesting the image of a phone conversation and something you've said after the other person has already hung up. It's a striking image and it lends itself well to the sharp (no pun intended) imagery of this. This is simple, direct writing, and I love it. |
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