

MetaphorsOnce upon a time A picnic happened. I found on this day How plastic knives Are like people. I took two knives From the same house-box Born from the same factory-womb Made from plain white plastic. I found With a little time, And a little patience, And a little persuasion, One of the twins Will cut the other In two.Metaphors


PulpI start to wonder (as my joints snap) (and my skin bruises) Why is it called I mean, why would someone use Or perhaps, how can you explain (as my nose bleeds) (and my face swells) A term so ambiguous And yet, so descriptive To be known so well, daily used (then my stomach hurts) (my lungs deflate) A turn of phrase Or perhaps a popular cliche?Pulp
Beaten to a pulp.
Maybe I'm reading it wrong (as I'm being beaten to a pulp) I thought pulp was wood? Wood chips. Like broken bones. Pulp is mushed strawberries


Not To Be Melodramatic...I'm feeling a little sick today. Maybe-hopefully-I'm dying. Stomach lining is being eaten away Intestines have twined themselves into knots Head is being hammered apart from the inside Nose is clogged and dripping with plague Eyes are red and could pop like grapes Joints protest every twitch Ears are ringing and burning in pressurized pain Cut turning green from infection and oozing pus Lymph nodes the size of small cantaloupes Fever scalding, yet everything is much too cold Lungs filling with pressing mucus Throat lined with dripping snot and thin trails of itchy sNot To Be Melodramatic...
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