Skin Stretching, Heart Wrenching, Hate MachineA Poem by Rachel HaysSkin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine. Sometimes I hate you. Late at night I can feel you, But I shift and I sway and hear something new I can't say it and I never want to hurt you. This skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine
Behind the shower curtain you can find me, Emotional and feminine and all the things you said. You've rotted my insides.
You and I, One and the same, Hate upon hate, And I can never leave This home, This hate, This skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine Inside me. © 2008 Rachel HaysReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 28, 2008 Last Updated on April 11, 2008 AuthorRachel HaysGallatin, TNAboutWell, I grew up very fast. I dealt with feelings of immense rage, depression, and a plethora of other emotions. I found a niche in writing. It helped to put down in paper my fantasies, feelings, and t.. more..Writing
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