Boil by Angela Thomas I heard her sigh. There was something in her oh that released a fury in me. The way her voice rose at just the right second, like milk coming to a boil, sent me into a fit. I wanted to take her soft oh for him and apply it to something other than their sex. 01/27/2004 Author's Note: The premise for this poem was supposed to be, to write a poem that involves the use of sound as the primary image. Posted on 01/27/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)