Look hear me out I have to do readings for my creative writing class, and considering that posting this is making me really nervous already we are taking baby steps lmao So uh- constructive criticism would be amazing! Might as well have it in its best possible form before I sacrifice my soul to a classroom of talented writers lmao Poem below
Here's the poem: A bruise like a memory- like scraped knees and tattered jeans Like the proud word of a child declaring “I didn’t buy them like this- I tore them myself!” Blood red like pride, dripping with childhood and victory Of standing and trying again The growth into a set of knees that are painfully unmarked, A barren, boring landscape clean of scrapes and scabs And somehow, in health, it hurts. And so Molted black and blue like galaxies, alight with pinpricks of light from things unbelievably far away Means staring out over that unfathomable distance and starting to walk It messed up my lines >:( And now I press share and leave its fine this is fine
