8

8

A Poem by Not Afraid of Bruises

 

doll on a shelf.

 

people love her and

her “endearing weirdness,”

that cute, sweet awkwardness

that comes with a

     stubborn, fool-like dark side.

 

They treat her well,

            she never wants for

material things.

 

            only love.

love she lacks,

      because everyone

             loves her.

 

 

© 2008 Not Afraid of Bruises


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Not Afraid of Bruises
the basics, as always.

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well. this certainly made me think. the ending was unexpected. quite the twist... which kept it away from trite, which i always appreciate.

it did hit me somewhere personal though... that doll-like, weird place in me. :P

great piece. is there a reason for the title, 8? I couldn't figure that one out, either.

hugs



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well. this certainly made me think. the ending was unexpected. quite the twist... which kept it away from trite, which i always appreciate.

it did hit me somewhere personal though... that doll-like, weird place in me. :P

great piece. is there a reason for the title, 8? I couldn't figure that one out, either.

hugs



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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