House of Hate

February 21, 2009
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Rage is Pandora's box
thrown about ye Furies call

Poison blood seeps cold volcano
from my sensitive breast.
Oh, Naivete!

Eris reigns anew
thy fire-breathing mouth
all dramatic loath.

Bitter soil!
Pray relinquish thy harvest
of love-hate prisons.

Monday's twins,
hand-shaped bruises,
with faces unfair.

torment fate, my dreams,

As Medusa's victims crumple
and fall
to cement posterity.

Soul, chasm of bitterness
Where heart lays to rest
Upon hard ground.

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