Poem: Chainlink

 

Chain Link

 

stung by a poison

brewed in my mouth,

stirred by my tongue,

 

i see the resilience of hate,

its comical ingredients

thin as a razor.

 

and so furrows

on a soil of forearm

press against a familiar fence.

 

fuchsias will grow,

brash young plants

testing the barrier,

 

unsure petals

soon to dry and flake,

leaving a chain link

 

of scars.

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