Fury

By D Marie

Mon, 10 Sep 2012
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6 comments
 

The words flew out of my mouth -
Like bats
Disturbed from their cave,
Before you could run for cover
They were tangled in your hair
Drawing red lines with tiny claws
Across your scalp and neck
Filling your ears
With a sickening pitch
Scrambling for soft tissue
Intent on leaving their mark.

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Comments

Submitted by jolono on
Ouch! That's gotta hurt. Nice read Dogs.

 

Submitted by beaste on
not sure wat this poems really about(meteorically speaking) , but i quite it, it really flows as u read it =-)

Bea :-)

Submitted by D Marie on
Hi beaste, its just about saying hurtful things when you are angry. Thanks for commenting :)

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Well written; full of striking imagery. Sometimes words can hurt.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by beaste on
now that i read it again, thats quite a clever comparison

Bea :-)

Submitted by beaste on
now that i read it again, thats quite a clever comparison

Bea :-)