Lines Poem by Athena King
Lines
The hard line of a razor meets the soft line of skin,
A new line emerges,
This one from within.
A line of ruby red now joins a line of sparkling clear,
Lines of pain crease the lines of a face,
As the lines of a life fade away.
Line upon line it builds,
As line upon line of life blood spills.
The line of a life has just been cut,
The line of an eye falls slowly shut.
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4/29/2024 2:16:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great Job! I like how you made it dramatic and deathly and how you made some of the lines rhyme.