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revenge of a homemade flame thrower
by Nanette Bellmanthe exact measurement of time
of how long i stood there
letting the salt fall onto my open wound
has yet to be created.
the simple fact that after the first eternity,
i no longer winced in pain
and every single expression i've known
left my face,
says we have gone beyond BC and AD
and created our on realm.
i swished the gasoline around my mouth
and sprayed my new saliva over a spark
hoping you heed this as a warning...
because if you think of taking one step towards me
to lick the salt from the wound you inflicted,
i will not hesitate to exhale a breath
and show you exactly what a fire crotch is.
02/16/2010 Posted on 02/16/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/16/10 at 04:16 PM OUCH! Right to the point here! MFS |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/16/10 at 04:54 PM DOUBLE OUCH! and very well expressed, I might add. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/16/10 at 05:05 PM I could not agree more...OUCH! You made your point. Very well written and a wonderful read- thanks! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/16/10 at 06:31 PM Gad, pass the matches... This is superbly in your face, Nanette. |
| Posted by Richard Colinson on 02/17/10 at 01:10 AM Excellent depiction of a feeling I fear I have often provoked. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/17/10 at 03:58 AM *evil grin* Someone's been getting into the DIY manuals again!!! |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 02/20/10 at 04:14 PM Oh this is downright devilish and I LOVE it! Burn baby burn! |
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