I brood, and I snarl with disgust, watching you slither
your voice is but a whine pitched deep in my ear
a whine that I want to stop
a whine replaced by a blade?
Pin pricks dotted with blood
you yelp and you disclaim
Am I suppose to hear your sorries
am I suppose to really believe you are sane?
I know the voices I hear are my own
there are no others within my head
So here is the fear that you must accept
I am always going to make you pay.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
March 2/17
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A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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