themes: grief, anger, isolation
streams of salt down my face of fury
my eyes haven't dried since last autumn
but what pools upon my darkened cheeks
cannot compare to the vengeful storm
by the time our next springtime arrives
nobody will be left in the wake of her
does she know her own destructive power
perhaps that is exactly what will drive her
the plates will be shaken by her wrath
anger that boils for years and years to come
beating hearts who ignored the red hot
no longer able to cower in guarded guilt
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
