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Feb 2013
Turmeric stained fingers,
Spine stained from cracked bones,
Coiling down -
Around bitter words,
Spewing slurs-

Your harmony is a harm to me
As these stained fingers twitch to aid
The rebirth,
The renewed version of myself.

But they're fighting and fidgeting a fingerly fight,
As my neck curls below your bellowing blows.
I was just trying to make myself some dinner, but someone was yelling at me.
SamBee
Written by
SamBee  Amherst, MA
(Amherst, MA)   
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