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Post by aims on Jul 13, 2014 9:37:54 GMT -6
Your diseased mouth
is bleeding
ugly word
after
ugly word,
but they are never heard.
They begin with the evil hatred
that is your heart within
that repulsive, revolting hatred
is your sin.
Rotting, decaying words
death spoken aloud,
that is your shroud;
the living, appalled,
turn a deaf ear.
They do not want to hear
the banshee howl
nor smell the stench of death
on your breath.
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2014 22:22:37 GMT -6
Wow. This sounds like you wrote it about someone I know. And it perfectly sums up my feelings. Poetry is so universal. Even when I feel frozen and unable to write it, it never ceases to amaze me in the reading of it. Fabulous, visceral work, Amy. I love it!!!!!!!! Exalt!
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2014 22:23:59 GMT -6
I shared it over at the Den. Hope you don't mind. <3
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Post by aims on Jul 28, 2014 18:02:42 GMT -6
not at all thank you!!!  |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 31, 2014 20:03:40 GMT -6
You're welcome, mi compadre. Slipped by to read this, again. I find it's word, riveting.
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