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Soil has a drying dirty heavy feel
Lying in the wrong area of your mouth
And you spit, and spit
And you claw, scraping any remainders away,
Yes the ground rushed up too fast,
Hands out forwards to push the surgence away.
But it bit back on your fingers and knees
And there they are
the dripping fierce red drops,
A sticking plaster! A sticking Plaster!
To gate them in,
Through hazysobs and hacking spits.
So Much Immediacy
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To read and fall, the grit amouth repeated as if pain throbbed. The plaster cure-all. Common on kids, a badge of embarassment on adults. The fall and nothing to stop the tornhurt or the cure waiting. Bravo! Write on!
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Thanks for the encouragement
Thanks for the encouragement Lady A! xP
This is quite spectacular, to
This is quite spectacular, to me. Too visual for it's own good, a moment in time when my speeding bike fell through a damaged wood plank on a boardwalk and the ground did indeed rush up too fast flooded my mind. And then the drama of the bandaid. I had to laugh. Well done, I think :)
Its one I think alot of
Its one I think alot of people can relate to as a child. Thanks for commenting. xP
good, strong imagery here.
good, strong imagery here. well done
Thank you George. xP
Thank you George. xP