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Monday, October 26, 2009


Hate becomes something physical,
clenched in tight fists
and between grinding teeth,
twitching barely beneath
the skin while heating
arteries and veins.
An object to throw or spit
like poison, almost too hot to hold
and definitely hot enough to hurt.

I had a bad day.
Not today; actually, last Saturday. But anyways.

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