Saturday, May 5, 2012

Love or Hate?

Potent, powerful, essence

A glimmer of thought trails my hidden cheek

venom spreads from word and deed

working on,

though the wounds seem to have healed

love, a fissure of light on a heart

a tender wound, a silent hurt

use your venom elsewhere

I cannot breathe

You hate me well

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