November 11, 2011
shreds of two hearts fall to the ground,
and in time
a toxic, unnameable growth
takes hold and piles anger upon anger—
a heap of burning coals—
the slightest nudge sends them tumbling,
with every word,
every silence where a tender word fled
to the depths of our dim and darkened souls,
battling for light and ease,
but trapped in the tangles of that bitter root,
out of which grow both love and enmity,

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