Upon the page.

by blossom666

Your bitter tincture does it 

unfurl with your venomous 

tongue as you hiss? Were you 

heady with power as you spat

 profanities? You slipped up, 

a unanimous moment, your 

mask slipped. 

Sorry. 

Sorry. 

Sorry. 

Sorry. 

Say it again please 

for I can no longer fathom 

the definition of this word. 

The letters have been over 

used and are worn at the edges 

their transparency is a beacon 

for poetic verse. 

You are the splendor in my rage. 

You are the hate upon my page. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

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