The Excavation
surfaces shown, maybe even
a sliver below the skin, an invitation
to glimpse within
of course, human hands
tend to dig
the extra mile below,
call it curiosity
or lack of self control
they scavenge,
ripping the innards out
in admiration, for the sake
of analyzation, for
critique, for their own
grandeur
the forms presented
for eyes, for minds
are theirs — pick through,
choose, intrude
but leave the mind
of the poet alone,
leave their soul
intact, let them
revel in lostness,
to find their own
way back
Thistle Thoughts 
Yes! Love the ending. 💕
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Thank you for reading. I hope you are well, Laura. 🥰
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Very well, thank you. ❤️
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That’s exactly what I was going to write, Laura.
Jenn – the ending is amazing!
-David
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Thanks!
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Love the way of writings
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Thank you
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Always welcome
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Don’t analyse your poems! Got it ❤ Haha, no… I admire the way you write. You are very insightful and your poems always have a good rhythm.
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Haha. Thanks. I’ve been reading critiques of Plath poems & some of them make me laugh. It inspired this.
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Really powerful poem! It begins in butchery, and the way it ends is simply awesome!
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Thanks, Dominic
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Welcome Jennifer!
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