Inoculate

She drove on awkwardly insatiable

Twists and turns where

The stinging burns were occurring

On seams of her medial corpus

 

Neither initial nor final she sold

Her soul on a beige piece of paper

 

It was there with her wit

In the midst of his fit that she thought

To herself,

“If I turn the wheel it will all be over”

 

Author's Note

a choice we all must ponder someday

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Nice internal rhyming

thanks for teaching me
'medial corpus'

"stinging burns"
= painful thoughts?

"beige piece of paper"
= marriage certificate?

you say a lot
in so brief a piece

although melancholy,
it's kind of catchy
i guess because
of the rhythm
and flow

this kind of thing
is why i don't drive


i like it too
hope that's ok

[lostintheworld]

You know how sometimes when it's right in front of your face you cant see it?

So, I sold my soul once, and I'm still paying the price. And perhaps since this very thought ofturning the wheel has occurred on tooooooo many occasions- i just cant review this properly.

but i like it. so there.

[lostintheworld]

hmmmmm

yes what a thought.

pondering this in my slumber...