Boy, some people...

On a Sunny day
I will take you palms-hard against your temples—
my fingernails like pain at your head.
I will force your consciousness down to muddy waters
fermenting beneath the shelter you have built.

You built it! You dug that hole!
I will bring you down and drown you in the filth
of your own doing.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

You nailed that perfectly!

Cat6191 said...

This one stirred something inside...

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