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Stabbed with a Carrot (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp

I never thought it could be Me: My non-orange skin (Although under some lights quite red and orange) Pierced with a dagger carved from a Carrot Actually it was an uncarved Carrot (And the dagger bit was a metaphor, or perhaps a description of shape, but in the end an irresponsible exaggeration) A Carrot so wielded as to be used as a dagger And cast upon my non-orange skin And then almost immediately after, through the skin Into my sub-skin region Where it began a cascade of pain sensation Which signaled to me that a Carrot (wielded as a dagger, but not similar to one in shape) had just been shoved, or stabbed, into me Actually I had already assumed this notion upon seeing the Carrot come close to me in a dagger-like fashion And then the cascade of pain just signaled to me that it hurt Which it did, also, spiritually

Dovina 24-Jul-05/6:38 AM
A bit like the 'words will never hurt me' nonsenense of a cliche. A carot can hurt if you think it can. I don't get how this is 'spiritually' true. I seems like just the effect of belief.




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