A Bad Face Day
It started, a flap
of skin that held together
as I pulled it down.
Then I took the blade
and did the razor thingy
straight down the middle
and when I lifted
me away, that's when I saw
the absence behind
what I thought was sound.
Don't you just hate it when that
stuff happens to you?
October 5, 2012 2:14 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.