Rough Night

February 26, 2018
By Treadmill GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
Treadmill GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I fall. A key stands on end. I feel metal. Then, blood and pain.
My brother lays supine. Speed rises, and I fall—horror ensues.
Then ten stitches and a scar, with one gruesome memory.


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This poem is written in a Korean form called Sijo.


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