The Chisel
Familiarity
Can sometimes be
A chisel
That slowly chips away
At human souls
Stripping first the aura
Then splintering
The shiny, pearly shell
To finally bear
The red, raw meat
That often brings contempt.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Pierced
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 03/06/2015
Based on Quote: “Familiarity Breeds Contempt”
Written by Lucius Apuleius (c. 125 – c. 180) was a Roman Philosopher
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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