Winter wanted one last bite
of the red, red cherry,
and so it returned
with steely vengeance,
to strike with icy blades
that shimmied through my skin
and took root within my veins.
The frost dusting the lawn
was a plague on both our houses,
and a sign of forlorn vendettas
lost to bitter hearts
and aching bones.
For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.
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Wow! Steve! This is fucking awesome! Wow.
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Thanks, Tara! Must be ok if it warrants an expletive (yeah, I swear, but expletive sounds so classy lol) 😉
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Oh sorry. Sometimes I forget who I can cuss with and who I can’t lol. Feel free to edit.
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Cussing’s fine! 🙂
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Okay. Phew! I hate offending people… but I do cuss quite a bit, so…
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Same here. A bit too much lol 🙂
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Is there such a thing???
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Lol 🙂
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