Frame of Hate

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A cold case of infatuation.

Submitted: January 18, 2007

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Watch every scene in slow motion.

An altered black and white photograph,

Presenting my face.

 

What’s that?

You say,

Holding life to your face.

 

Bitter does not count,

You’re too far into oblivion.

Scared might be the adjective.

 

You’re the savage,

Not me, you beast.

Tearing away at all of your meat.

 

My hands reach out for safety,

Longing to be in your arms.

This still frame of innocence.

 

A flame,

And burnt edges,

Twist around my presence.

 

This gesture,

A cold case of infatuation,

Is now crisp and forgotten.


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