Coming at’cha every Sunday at noon Eastern Standard Time EST – here’s more creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel…
Heat rises in my throat
bearing with it all my rage,
fury made manifest in piss
and vinegar, hellfire and brimstone.
Pain steals away my voice,
stripping my thoughts bare until
the rawness of it makes me hoarse,
festering to where I cannot speak.
The words were there, fuming
on the tip of my tongue, but
now they are gone, lost to the hurt.
All that remains is their bitterness.
(Image features Redefining Independence photograph of waterlogged junk mail found in the street.)
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