Gruesome
A daylong task
gnashing my teeth
all the while
wishing I were instead
dead
Anxiety
pouring out sweat
wondering when it will end
when finally it does
just before I give up
almost falling to the grit
that would get in my teeth
if I had
I guess I can rest now.
SKB
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
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