By Narcissa Lyons
This is rage.
And it’s the sting of an angry wasp–
The lash of a grinning whip.
The progression of your tongue
Is the recession of my steps.
Dust.
Yes dear, it’s collecting.
03 Sunday Dec 2017
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By Narcissa Lyons
This is rage.
And it’s the sting of an angry wasp–
The lash of a grinning whip.
The progression of your tongue
Is the recession of my steps.
Dust.
Yes dear, it’s collecting.