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Self-Destruction

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A dull, red pain

Oozing out slowly from a

Forgotten wound

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Janice Thomson said…
Oh! - love the connection here between your words and the pic. Very powerful imagery. You may have meant something different - I took it as the dying of the ego's importance.
8:36 PM
get zapped said…
Those unhealed wounds open up to remind us of the past...
8:37 PM
Shubhodeep said…
janice >> that is indeed a wonderful interpretation. its wonderful how multi-layered words can become.

zap >> too true. thanks for the comment.
10:06 PM
Jo said…
Ah, yes, the pain oozes out, even when the wound is forgotten.
2:20 AM
Reeta Skeeter said…
pain ppzing out...sahi...
9:05 PM
Reeta Skeeter said…
ppzing nahi oozing sorry..
10:11 AM
Reeta Skeeter said…
a friend's b'day :)
10:33 PM
Russell Ragsdale said…
This is a powerful piece of compressed poetry, squeezed down to fit within the boundries of essential knowledge.
6:08 AM
Reeta Skeeter said…
no updates?!
8:27 PM
iamnasra said…
Amazing ..been awhile for me here ..Im having at LIP (www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com) a chance to come upcloase to floot..Hope you will visit the blog and tell us how floot inspire you..
10:28 PM
clica no play said…
nice "red pain" ;)
3:57 AM
Ritesh Nair said…
Nice....


Am back at writing now.. Was too happy and was unable to write.. Nice to be back to reading your stuff and to restart writing mine.
12:23 PM
My Unfinished Life said…
i have felt this feeling at times....!!!..it is a poisonous thing..and doesnt let one live in peace
5:56 PM
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