the pain.
i guess,
it felt like ice.
at first, it was okay to bear.
it fit calmly in my palm, melting away peacefully.
but my hand started to sting -
i d r o p p e d t h e c u b e o n t h e f l o o r ,
[ like spilling my guts ]
and my hand burned.
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the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
