her eyes
honed
to a monomolecular edge
capable
of slicing
right through
to my indecisive core
intent on nurturing
a sense
of self
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her eyes
honed
to a monomolecular edge
capable
of slicing
right through
to my indecisive core
intent on nurturing
a sense
of self
I am liking the science in this one. What’s a monomolecule? Is it a love poem or a personification?
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A single molecule width, capable of cutting anything. Theoretically. It is both, a personification of her and love
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Maybe try neutrinos? They cut so sharply it doesn’t even hurt.
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What is life without pain?
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Um… normal? Pleasant? Much better? Not abusive? The list goes on. Life experience is kind of a fake premise. You don’t have to suffer. That’s a history lesson.
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Hi! I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I like your image and style, haven’t read into your poetry too deeply (yet), but I’m looking forward to a healthy blogging relationship. Feel free to check out my poems (too) at burndoubt. Thanks for writing!
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Thanks for reading. I look forward to burgeoning relationship amongst writers
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