Stairs
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S.
You can trip down them.
You walk up them like a fem.
You can trip down them.
AND TEAR YOUR FUCKING KNEE OPEN!
Author's Notes/Comments:
I don't know what this short shit is or where it is coming from (in terms of why I'm writing such short poems). This is about stairs and my left knee. I fell up the stairs and sliced my knee open. It also feels like shit and hurts a lot. and is quite possibly swollen.
Truth In Poetry
The most powerful writing is the real stuff underscored - pain brings out the poem - clumisness - well... accidents happen - :D, Just Bein' Stella
It really fucking hurt. and
It really fucking hurt. and it left a scar. So there's like a fluid sac in your knees, just above your patella, and apparently, if you hit your knee just right and just hard enough, you can completely pop it. That's what happened to me.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~