Saturday, September 10, 2011

"Blanky"

My childhood is
Soft,
White,
Silky edges,
Teared into little pieces.
Now scrunched up in a box inside my room.


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  1. AndreaSeptember 14, 2011 at 12:25 AM

    A nice image--if you start it out with "my childhood is," the meaning of the metaphor will be clearer.

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