'Ouch'

Crisp is the bright white paper
Slicing across my finger
Wrangling bits of flesh
Honed and torn
In bits too small
To matter to
Anybody
But
Me


'Ouch'
Is much
Too small
A verbalization
To Adequately convey
My pain and suffering
When my silly day is ruined
By little more than a paper cut!




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-07-28 at 00:07

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Clever piece of writing here. And yeah how annoying paper cuts are. I have always found it strange how one almost knows it is going to happen before it does but it still can not be circumvented. And then for the rest of the day everything you do seems to entail digging something into the paper cut. Enjoyed the read.
2007-10-20