Anger
teeth clenched
tension creeping
up or down my spine..
rage flickered
meanness flared
burning up my mind..
the apple don't fall..
far from the ugly tree..
muttered neath my breath..
damn I'm a heifer..
the anger died..
a swift and sudden death..
what apple he asked
what tree he dared
and I cried..
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010
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