Uncommon Fire

You called me sister twister

but you turn like a tornado

stirring words and empty emotion

into an inedible buffet that

I can’t bear to sit eat from

for fear of poison and hate sauce.

no one counts the cost any more.

it’s a lost art to be kind

and not considered a doormat

c’mon kitty kat

you know what I mean

bare your teeth all you wish

but put away your claws.


cause and effect

I got the message long ago but kept trying to

resuscitate a slowly decaying corpse

and hoped it would change back

into the monster I loved

when it awoke




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