‘Through My Bones’ by Gloria Christie

Her jealousy grew liquid granite
Hatred, fed a deep thirsty well
Sending thick roots through my bones
Puzzling, what did I do?
Her mind machete keen-wicked
If not, a crush of less pressure
The pain incessant, unbearable
Puzzling, what did I do?
Jealousy, embedded pain
So invasively symbiotical
I cannot disentangle.
Puzzling, what did I do?
I Exist.

Copyright 2016 by Gloria Christie. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission.

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