Living the Dream

Bitter Berry-mouthed Sister

Posted on June 2nd, 2007 by Shewolf

Bitter chokecherry lips,
pursed on pathetic pits,
you spit angry seeds
on fragile ground ~
no crease of caution
for what lies beyond your spew.

Tart-tongued truant,
clenched in furrows,
wild flowers strangle
on canker of your caustic remarks,

frost was meant to sweeten you.

Tags: Letters to My Sisters, Poems //

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