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It Isn’t Just Injurious To Me

Posted on April 30, 2012 by Maggie Mae

Each morning is a petal plucked
from precious
time.
Bright red petals painted in
fear, planted
right
side up. In sick sand,
death gardens
grow
thieves with love leaves,
drowned in
injury.

Each morning, I am a thief
taking,
taking,
taking,

one more petal,
one more bright red fear,

plucking at love to drown it in injury.

6 thoughts on “It Isn’t Just Injurious To Me”

Myles Lee on April 30, 2012 at 6:48 pm said:

I liked this one a lot. Short, sweet, and meaningful.

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agathokakologicalartolater on April 30, 2012 at 7:13 pm said:

Love the comparison. It makes me remember that we only have a finite number of days before our flower withers.

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whistlersbrotherr on April 30, 2012 at 10:18 pm said:

i was there recently…felt it all—genious–prophetic.

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alltheavenueslookugly on May 1, 2012 at 12:17 am said:

i fucking love this.
thank you for the follow.

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Lady Marilyn Kay Dennis on May 1, 2012 at 2:03 am said:

Another one that I really like.

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tmtjr on May 1, 2012 at 7:34 am said:

I really liked this poem. I have only looked through 5-6 so far, but I love the immediate impact of your word choices on the reader – at least this reader. I will be thinking about the words “plucking at love to drown it in injury” all day I think.

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