Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
cherry chapstick
when you fell asleep at my house,
i traced my finger down your cheek
over the freckles sprinkled across your face
over your hidden dimples
over your sweet cherry lips
i leaned down,
feeling your breath on my cheek
your soft lips parted
and it took all i had
not to kiss you.
because we're just friends,
you and i,
we braid each others hair
sleepover every other day
whisper velvet secrets
but you smell so sweet
and when i look into your eyes,
i forget to breathe
your dimples
were they left by the deep kiss of an angel?
at school when you run to him
and he kisses you
you look at him with your soft doe eyes
i clench my fists
my fingernails dig into my skin
until they draw blood
you're so cruel
when will you realize?
that you torture me
with your smile
and
your
dimples
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