StingA Poem by Creepy Swine GuyChoose your words carefully. Words cut!
"No one will ever want to be with you!"
She hissed vindictively as she packed. Not even yet clear of her mouth, The whetted words sliced through him. The burning sting of the severed soul Lingers freshly. Even after all these years. He sits on his porch, drinks his tea, Waves to neighbors ... and pets his dog. His dog always wants to be with him. © 2013 Creepy Swine GuyAuthor's Note
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Added on October 12, 2010Last Updated on February 18, 2013 AuthorCreepy Swine GuyCentral, NYAboutThe Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version). 1. Thou shalt not plagiarize. 2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..Writing
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