by Steven Craig

For a Thorn on a rose

This is a very short prose

Something you heed

When you no longer bleed

Leap, flinch, pinch, suck clean after the gore

Find your hand back into it desiring some more.


Posted on 02/08/2013
Copyright © 2023 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/09/13 at 06:33 AM

I really like that fourth line. Nicely descriptive.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/09/13 at 07:56 AM

Ghoulish stuff, but not without its wit and charm, thanks to the choice of vocabulary and construction. Like Halloween in February.

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