(On Writing)
Words like wine
distill it down
fragrant
wafting fruity smells
perfuming the mind
and decorating the soul
amber.
Spill it over-
filling the glass full up.
That You Would Say “I’m Sorry”
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Words would sooth
the ribbon cuts that you made
by your heartless actions
by your veiled simple cruelties
by your calculated
intent
to pull out all of the underpinnings in my life
and see to
the crafting of my demise.
What drove you to this?
What motivated you?
The vexing nature of this thing
hangs ‘round me as a chain
to this day-
but there are
no words
forthcoming.
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