I think I bruised my conscience somewhere between the coffee and the slamming of the door. The mottled sky reflects my poor judgment. In my corner of the front porch I wrap my mental knuckles and contemplate going in for another round.
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Christine Hanolsy 
House as boxing ring, very creative and scarily true sometimes. I hate those parts of a relationship.
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Such a great take on this prompt. So creative ?
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I absolutely love the description in this piece!
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Definitely love your creativity with the prompt!
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You got muscle as well as eloquence in here, Christine! mental knuckles indeed.
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Loved the imagery in the poem…
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Succinct. Liking it a lot.
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‘Mental knuckles’ Wow, just wow! Love the dual image of the literal and the figurative!
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Bruising one’s conscience between coffee and slamming the door — fantastic. Love this!
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Get right back in there, Rocky! š
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I suggest a nice long walk. Even though I would have been through that door for round 2. Anger can make you stupid. good job.
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I like how you used “in my corner” and all the other references. Well done.
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I can see your narrator wrapping her knuckles and want to tell her to stop, to let it go. A breather in the middle of a row brilliantly and beautifully depicted.
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Love this piece! I like the ambiguity of the title, too. Boxing ring, wedding ring…
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Love the idea of wrapping mental knuckles. Brilliantly done, Christine! š
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In the middle of a fight, between ‘bells’, how often do we contemplate if we have had ‘enough’ (pain) or will we return for Round 2, lol.
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Such vivid and rich imagery. Exceptionally written š
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I love the layering of the boxing/fighting imagery, from first line to last.
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I adore the boxing metaphor : )
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Love the last line, superb take!
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