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Bloody Bookworm

Turn the page, read through not what you see, Skip a line and miss out a possible memory, Bend the bind and scrape the cover, Pass me down onto another, White out a word you wish not see, Toss me into your fireplace to keep your coldness warm, I will be imprinted into your mind forever, Like an infectious bookworm. Scratching at the back of your brain Inhale fumes of your rotten mistakes Hear me burning to escape, driving you insane Will not rest until i am free From the bookcase where you hide me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/1/2017 1:41:00 PM
Great use of metaphor.. a deep write.. again you can call this form a free verse
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