The Music Drowns Out Their ScreamsA Poem by icelandicblue
She rolls with the punches,
a tsunami of his rage, split lipped, and ill-equipped to make herself small enough to hide in his dark shadow. He guzzles bravado from a bottle full throttle, flexing wrath across her path, looking to make his mark on soft flesh that once yielded to a gentler touch. They are caught in the devil's dance where loathing and fear snap to attention with the crack of each beer. © 2013 icelandicblue |
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31 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 24, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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