Red

Is all I see

Reflecting off the comments,

Right back at me.

My heart revs like a

Car doing seventy

In a thirty; my

Hands quake, as though

Naught could

Slake

My nerves’ anxiety.

 

The words, so

Carelessly

Typed–

Weren’t they out

Of angst, anger, or some

Other injustice, even

Murder?–

Pierc’d my vessel

Straight to my

Soul,

Making my skin

Flush more crimson

Than hot coals;

My shaky hands, I try

To control

Because

If I do

Not

Then my

Whole

Being

And Nature

Is subject

To the

Sin.

 

I swallow, I weep,

I breathe, then

After

Thought…

Delete.

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