i was so weak,
such a coward
that you had to prick my finger for me;
"prick"
and we watched as the blood pooled into a droplet
on the tip.
sat restless on the dusty,
hardwood floor,
smiling nervously at each other
across the fires.
you had to prick our fingers for us,
already having grazed with what death could take away;
you always were the bravest one.
4 comments:
personally, i think bravery is a tad overrated...
why can't be be weak bumbling fools sometimes?
it's only human.
...perhaps.
ps. it's a blizzard outside, you see it?
m.
it is...overrrated
but maybe not when the world is full of fools bumbling over your matters and you're telling them to shut up and smile.
in this case i think it matters.
and i missed the blizzard.
cliche, i know
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