Trauma dish
Nonet @ “The Bear”. Breaking up with your passion for a trauma release. “Hands” means a dish is ready to be served.
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
you rewrote me for your trauma dish
I feel your vein-popping, hot oil
You picked me, a rot garnish
Daring to fire off
My own secret tomb
“Not good enough”
Can't nourish
In hell.
“Hands”
About the Creator
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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On-point and relevant
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Comments (10)
This is a very good nonet poem. Congrats on the top story.
Ooh, that first line! Pulled me in. Nailed this!
Ouuuf this slams hard
Excellent nonet,love it
This was burning hot and so intense! You nailed it so well!
Such a unique and creative take on the challenge!!
Hey hey, This is a unique one Melissa! ☺️👍 and I like how you reference films and pop culture etc but I actually haven’t watched The Bear, yet.
"I feel your vein-popping, hot oil." Ouch! I could feel the burn. Well done.
Really a recalling and a heartfelt one.
Loved this 🩷