I think I should
start baring my teeth,
perhaps a feral growl
and furious eyes
will get my point across.

Backed into a corner,
I feel as if there is
a devil inside me,
anger and resentment builds
against what used to be a
familiar face,
now a snake in the grass.

But I love you
so I put my lips
into a thin line
and bite my own tongue.

04/23/2008

Posted on 04/23/2008
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