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.