Ouch!

sometimes

i want to

roll myself

into a spiny ball

tucking my

face, feet and belly

sprouting prickly quills

like sticking out

my middle finger

 

or pull myself apart

have a makeover like earth

shifting tectonic plates

gulping mountains

like ice cream cones

and look different

atleast drop my tail and regrow

or change colour and disappear

just be anything but me

 

when I look back

moments

that stick out

like a dog-eared page

an itchy acne or a black head

that makes me cringe

no better than

my prickly poems.

 

 

 

 

Prickle

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