a poem

a poem
by tomorrow.
a poem in a
box
made of requirements
deadlines
rubrics
and word counts.
i prick my finger
write it in my
blood so that
she carries a
part of my soul.
poem flitters
screams
i force her into
the box.
no air holes
she suffocates
and the part of
me inside her
dies.





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asiangurl... said...
May 8, 2009 at 4:38 pm
i could have never thought of that kind of poem. very creative...bravo!haha... well i love it with that there's some empathy. lol..anyways you are great and that poem was too. and if you have time on your hand would you mind to read my poems....thanks:)
 
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