I’m telling you the truth: there’s
a thing under my skin. There’s a
hunger, a need for somebody —
not just anybody! You know, I’m
talking about you, and the longing
in my bones, to taste your skin, to
feed the animal in me, do you see?
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a thing poem.
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