MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Loren Thomas
Strokes
Some people like to paint their nails
The ripe red of ruby
Or lips
A crimson to entice
I like to paint my right thigh
A stinging red
The bite of a sharp edge
That hardens to an earthy brown
Most like to flaunt
And publicise their strokes
Mine stay behind cloth
A secret self-confidence
They like to break at
inconvenient moments
My normal stride
Becomes a stagger
I’d almost
forgotten the night
before
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MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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It’s crawling down my leg now
A sickening drip that stains
My well-worn thigh
A safe place
The strokes are spreading
My left wrist
More dangerous to the eye
Maybe my life
But who’s worried about health
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