Poem -
Hell
You make my stomach feel intertwined .
It feels like bushes of thorns tangled together.
Everything you say hurts .
every move or place you touch you prick .
You’re a forbidden place..
where only the weakest go .
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Comments
My, my.
I'm very happy that I am not the one on the receiving end of this poetic tirade, Duhitzautumn.
I would hate to see what happens to someone who gets on your bad side, heh-heh.
This is obviously a very emotional, extremely personal write for you.
Nicely penned; you convey your angst and hurt quite well.
~Dean Kuch ♫♪♫♪♪