PAD Day 6 – “Things-not-as-they-appear” poem

You might think I’m on a roll and you’d be right.  Day 6’s prompt was to write a not-as-it-seems poem; which was super-fun!  I hope to keep up this momentum…

SCARRED FOR LIFE
Let it go; let it grow. Make the scratches to and fro. Let it injure; let it bleed. Let the wounds begin to feed. Let it color; let it write. Let a vision come to sight. Drink the soreness; salvage up. Let the battle fill the cup. Scars are winning.   Scars are fierce like the needles which first pierced. It’s not your husband; not your wife – just a vision come to life. It’s forever; nix undone. Got to get you more than one. Though its pain brings flight or fight, sit for hours to get it right. It’s a thousand-year taboo. But it’s brandished proud and true. It’s not your husband; not your wife – just a part of you for life. A tie that cannot be undone. Got to get you more than one. Though the healing is a fright you suffered eons to delight in this thousand-year taboo that scars you ‘til you’re blue.

But fuck-it-all, you’ve earned the juice to enjoy a new tattoo!

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Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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