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he grips my coffee
Eyes swallow me like a swarm
Brewed hate pours on me.
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On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)a day ago in Poets
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Oh wow, that last line! Brewed hate, jist wow!
A striking poem—absolutely chilling.