The Sound and Fury by Nicole Assenza kill; cut the young buds with spirits and smoke I still stash my shots in girlish coffin the confessional my closet I serve a hungry god and under his hand— how would you say in another language, all slurs and spits— I glory cat-eyed, nine-lived in crimes and passion stunts-- gasp golden and hematic a blood love and my bullet’s bible deliver the voice line strangled tangled and bound to keep it safe, and not too loud 01/30/2008 Author's Note: fret upon the stage Posted on 01/30/2008 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/31/08 at 03:57 AM So many great words and language in this, I don't even know where to begin. Badass all the way. 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 © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 1 Second(s)