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rage
by Rachelle Howe
IMPROV
i must have
resembled
a wide mouth bass
my jaw was lax
my knuckles white
and on the other end
of the phone, i heard
that familiar voice:
"please, hang up, try again..."
furious, i
rise to new lowes,
exchanging blows with
a girl who isn't worth the mirror
she cracks further every time
one more lie
licks her from the inside out.
"It's getting to you, isn't it..." she asks,
snarling at me...
teeth as green as her eyes -- both
boiling with envy.
she entices me, pulling me into
trivial, trite games of
20 questions,
as if i would give her the
satisfaction
lashing out,
my tongue does the punching
and
she is thrust
to the floor of our verbal ring
knocked out in two rounds
by rage and
disbelief.05/27/2002 Posted on 05/27/2002
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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