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[ghostofagypsy]

My soul has the indents of wicked teeth

embedded in the gentle flesh

that somehow still clings to me

I am not the fairy doll of days gone by

doe eyed and sad for the sake

of crooning lullabyes

Morning has gazed upon me

Mourning has grazed upon me.

Falling has deformed me.

Loving has reformed me.

Comments

[ka_eul_234]

Ah, you haven't lost your touch with metaphors - I'm envious in a good way.

The opening verse

"My soul has the indents of wicked teeth

embedded in the gentle flesh

that somehow still clings to me..."

Wow - powerful yet soft in the same breath. Great way to open a poem. Really love this.

[ghostofagypsy]

Thank you! I don't know what it is about metaphors...they're a safe space for me. It's a way for me to bare my emotions while still being open to interpretation (a little place to still hide, I suppose) and I like that. Plus, I enjoy letting lose the imagery my mind comes up with in the form of my metaphors.