A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.
Regret
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A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.
A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.
Like a cracked eggshell,
once broken it cannot be
redeemed nor reforged.
Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?
If you clear out the
fridge for the turkey, then where’s
the other food go?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.
I start out strong with
good intentions. Sit at the
computer. Day’s shot.
Don’t you know no girls
allowed? Threaten the big boys,
they call you a bitch.
I’d have crossed party
lines for you ’til today. Where
was your chivalry?
Secrets like splinters
lodged down deep tear you apart
from the inside out.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.