Cinquain/XX

forsooth!
bending bone back
afore tearing tense tooth
tacked a terrifying taut thwack
on track

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I had no plans to write tonight, but then I fell during my evening run.  I chipped a tooth, cracked my lip, and have a pretty nasty abrasion on my chin.
I was feeling a bit low, so I wrote a little something to make myself feel better.
Tomorrow – the dentist!

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