RAW Poetry

here’s what I propose.

You versus me.

And why wait until Sunday
in the sparse shade of that tall oak tree.

I’m going to break your nose.

And no one is ever going to know about it,
but you,
and me,
and the blood from your sinus cavity,
dripping down from your nose,
over your chin,
embedding itself into the soil until once again,
the spring will come,
blazing crimson in that hot fucking sun.

Reminding you,
reminding me,
of that day I broke your nose,
and you didn’t tell

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  • ShadesOfBlue33
    ShadesOfBlue33over 3 years ago

    Hmmm, both school children and partner abuse come to mind upon reading this, and I kind of wanted to laugh and cringe at the same time, good job man.

  • It was more of a fun poem than touching on anything serious.

    – wordthrift

  • Luisa Zajko
    Luisa Zajkoover 3 years ago

    right on.

  • binuinyou
    binuinyouover 3 years ago


  • Jenifer DeBellis
    Jenifer DeBellisover 3 years ago

    Nice changes. :) [you/your nose]

  • OH thank you. Did not see that.

    – wordthrift

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