Angry Words
the angry words never stop
like a nail gun
the resentment seeps like a toxic
fume
between us
god I can't breathe at all
you follow me
berating and hollow about the house
demanding more
more
more
theres nothing I can say that has not been said
I'd rather
slap you down the stairs instead
but I go outside and stand it the
field
until it passes
and you are inside
on the computer game
where you live now.
*For Kerry
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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