Cuts Poem by Phil J Hambling

Cuts

Rating: 5.0


The joy was burnt
Seared away in an instant
On hot-lipped rapier words
Chosen from the box of instruments
That you keep
Razor sharp
Just for the purpose
Of cuts to the heart

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rob Lamberton 08 December 2022

Wow! Talk about a sharp tongue! ! I've had a few scrapes with the knife myself!

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