Friday, October 5, 2018

Let me say aloud what's best left unsaid. 
One sentence to destroy you (and leave me
better off dead...) else prove myself insane. 
Or not. Toughness doesn’t come from taking 
one's coffee black. No, that raised rash begins
within, surfaces in stock reaction
like the rainy day wiggle-worm. Beastly,
yes, but beasts wrong sinlessly. The green glass 
battle, just a dream; arguing how tall
is a leprechaun with a leprechaun, 
and waking to new blood stains. Vagary’s 
weak currency and only a “did you
get my text?” text bought me time to contain
the outburst – I’M SORRY I YELLED AT YOU!!!

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