Unbutton my unforgiving straitjacket,
let my flesh sense momentary release.
Knife a neat vertical slash,
on my sunless, smooth bosom.
Ballooned up rivers of red might burst, flow,
free at last, free from me, vital again.
Grapple with the mask strapped to my soul,
rip it away, or let me die, knowing, I was alive.
This is Poem 8 for Robert Lee Brewer's April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2012.
let my flesh sense momentary release.
Knife a neat vertical slash,
on my sunless, smooth bosom.
Ballooned up rivers of red might burst, flow,
free at last, free from me, vital again.
Grapple with the mask strapped to my soul,
rip it away, or let me die, knowing, I was alive.
This is Poem 8 for Robert Lee Brewer's April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2012.
The prompt is to write a poem using these five words in any order: slash button mask strap balloon
However hard I try, the dark side does take over sometimes. And the gory words flow unbridled.
However hard I try, the dark side does take over sometimes. And the gory words flow unbridled.
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