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STICKS AND STONES........may break my bones but names will never harm me ( children's rhyme)

Eaten away
From the outside in
Tearing the hair
Flaying the skin
Rubbed out
Stamped out
Invisible

Melting the atoms
From the inside out
Leaking the tears
Spilling the blood
Dissolving the bones
Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones

And still, I love you.
Marion Price (2019)

 

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Marionette, 
What great writing! I love that second stanza, powerful. 
Maybe I'm relatively not over-experienced in love, but I've never understood still loving someone after they've treated you horribly. I wouldn't expect anyone to love me if I ever treated them miserably(although I wouldn't do that), but people still say that a lot. 
Nice write, though. 
M. 

(Hey, this isn't an angry tirade about the nickname Marionette, is it??!! LOL). 
You're a wonderful writer. M. 

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Marion

I just write what pops into my head Mathew, or about what I'd like to be in my head? or don't want to be in my head ?  or what I think may be in somebody else's head???...lol...or about anything really, I'm staring at a tin of beans right now???, I feel a poem coming on...??? Thanks Mathew I truly appreciate your feed back and especially the laughs...Marionette is fine..lol ???

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A Lonely Journey

Thanks Marionette! 
It seems as though you have a lot of popping action going on in your cranium...I wonder if you swallowed one of those Rice Krispies guys. 
Beans would be an excellent source of poetic inspiration!..and protein, and I think a poem by you regarding them would be a gas...uh-oh. 
You're cool! 
Matthew. 

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