A tiny, painful, ripe, red pimple
Formed on the lower lip
As if,- by a malady – kissed.
It stood there, coy and bashful,
Merely fending off intruders,
Until that little pimple
Turned into a cyst.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s