Thursday, August 25, 2011

Temper

She hates her life
and therefore hate
is whetted in her mind
much like a knife
whose balanced weight
makes cutting so refined—

abrasive, brash
she loves to watch
her chosen target bleed,
she’ll stab and slash
for each new splotch
helps obviate her need.

3 comments:

richard said...

Sound like a woman I used to know,
who always had to steal the show.

Jan Freeman said...

Nicely sliced :-)

rch said...

Hey rich I think I know that chick
and I escaped pretty damn quick

Hi Jan, thanks!