CutlassA Poem by Frieda PMaking this one an interactive poem, which ending do you like best, cast your votes! lol Is it door #1 or #2? ;-)
Previous Version This is a previous version of Cutlass. You plunged your dagger in so deep it had cut me to the core the blood trickled to your feet you said you required nothing more Dagger ceased to be a useful tool once it dulled and spread itself so thin shiny wore off as it sank it's tip into a cesspool The moral to this tragic beat as you can probably guess tis don't s**t where you eat or The moral to the story could be simply learned Slice and dice is so nice when the onus has been earned © 2013 Frieda PFeatured Review
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Added on January 10, 2013Last Updated on January 10, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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