The Overbite

Author’s Note: This poem isn’t a favourite. I just came up with it very quickly, and it won’t be sent out anywhere. I have tons of poems out at journals at the moment, but the purpose of this was to show the new brainstorming I do. I will of course show the same for my poems when they are published. I thought this may be interesting to other writers.

The handwritten draft.

The rocky teeth
Display their burns
To the sheared grass straws.

Braced and laced.
In their iron fists.
Prisoners in the wing.

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