Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Bitter Heart, Bitter Words

Anger bites at me
like bitter frost
on a winter day.
I should wear a scarf
and mittens
but I’d rather let the cold
seep into my bones
and turn my tongue
to a knife and cut deep
into that which dares to bruise me.

(January 30, 2012)

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