A sharp sounding word.

After storming out,
I tore up the letters
and the photos, I deleted them.
Pressing each button with a harsh firmity
as if to reassure.

You smile in my head and dig your nails in.
That pained expression.
And my heart,
a kind of sharp harsh feeling
that burns
and when all the water is gone from it,
it will splinter off
to get stuck in the foot of some child
who was just beginning to enjoy herself.

And she will cry.



  1. krkbaker · October 24, 2007

    you really have a gift you know that.
    i predict great things for you someday.

  2. zaphodfreek · October 24, 2007

    Thanks Kim.
    I don’t know what to say, I’m fairly chuffed.

    If either of us does ever make it,
    be it for poetry or singing or whatever,
    We shall come and find the other and we shall have great talks.
    And I shall tell everyone of my great poet and writer friend
    KRK Baker.

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