Anger

June 5, 2009
By Anonymous

Angry words dig into paper
Cut into its delicate skin
Knife thrusts, pen stabs
Scratch
Thin lines of translucent blood
Stick to pen
It doesn't relent
Acid words bite into flesh
Fury
Hatred
Sorrow
The color of tears
Rend the sky open
And find out what life really means.


The author's comments:
What? When I'm mad, I write about being mad.

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