Day Eleven. #thedirtythirty #poetrychallenge

 

The heel holds the world together.

Sweat stained upper lip.

Moustache dream.

 

Fingers made into mountains.

Uncurl today.

This, then.

 

Eyebrows pierced, hungry now.

For laughter,

joy.

 

Knit watercolour

Made new.

 

Swelled sound mouths drown

Now.

 

We sleep full.

 

We weep.

 

I.

 

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Day 11 Dirty Thirty Prompt

Write a poem about the Deadly Sin you feel you’re guilty of most but without telling us what it is.

 

So guesses- which Deadly Sin am I most guilty of?

 

One response to “Day Eleven. #thedirtythirty #poetrychallenge

  1. Luuuuuusssssttttttt!

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