By Mnuemosenyne
Date: 28 July 2000
Scald
Hot oil does unpleasent things to the skin,
and too often burned
the soul grows wary, and skittish
around the source.
You want me say
that's all right dear,
I understand...
but with few words
you scalded me
and your calm "that's life"
tastes like bitter betrayal
drowns the heart in bile
and makes me wonder
how i ever felt something
like peace in your arms.
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