poems for a rough day

a fable about a cub and a bear

a cub estranged from father bear

cries and screams and pulls her hair

and as father’s fury is joined by roar

at least this tale is only lore

 

rag doll 

rag doll, rag doll on the floor

body slammed into a door

struck with hands wrought in steel

dragged around by desperate heel

 

hate

i know what hate is

i know i know

i can feel it

in the essence of my bones

it tingles in skin

it crawls up my spine

and it just so happens

its origin is

thine

 

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