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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
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