A bit beneath the shoulder blade
And to the left of the spine
A coiled knot sits
Curled around an aged knife
Thrust years ago
By some ill-meaning miss
I wish the mark'd miss me
And not sit coiled in my heart
Yet here I am, without a doubt
But full of crass remarks
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...
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