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The Offering

With her barbed wire stare Rusty braids of disheveled hair She offered me a dash of hate With her wrinkled upper lip Clenched fists on unwanted hips She offered me a teaspoon of hate With shards of light debunking night Sharpening temptation with psychotic spite She offered me a tablespoon of hate With her bare feet carving the kitchen floor Bludgeoning my shadow beneath the door She offered me an ounce of hate With roses concealing my protruding hand Redolent with forgiveness and all that is man She offered me…a glass of wine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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