Damn You

 

ANGER AND HURT

 

Traveling companions,

cursed and condemned

Concourse of

  • chaos,

    • co nfu si o n

    con found ment

     

    Leave me alone,

    Stay out of my heart

    Stay out of my life

     

    Darts and knives thrown at my chest 

     

    Cleavers

    penetrate

    to

    my

    spine

    Tears

    RAGE like

    BULGING spring streams

    BLUSTER down

    my cheeks and

    breasts of

    burdened baggage,

    are menacing molestation,

    mortifying malice.

    Silence overcomes, overwhelms.

     

     

    Laurel Lindberg, Intersections I, November 2, 1997