Paper Cut

Paper Cut

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

You bring forth blood

A tiny red bead

That grows

Rolls down my forefinger

In a crimson river

That catches

Between finger

And thumb

In the fold of skin

Then runs over

The back

Of my hand

To my wrist

Before running out

Of blood.

© 2008 Cassidy Mask


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Really nice, but wow, sounds like a very bad paper cut. :)
You created a vivid image with very simple words.
Loved it.
Cheers and have a good day.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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