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Grafitti Artist
by Isis Runnels

my tongue
wanting to be harsh
to react in anger
to my hurt
but then I remember
you are just another poem
a fleeting fancy
how much of you
imagination
I sit in your yard
when you're not here
waiting for inspiration
my chance to laugh
in your face
harshly
without regret
whore!
you made me feel dirty
I like that
it explains my secret smiles
and the roughness of my voice
whiskey-like
I wonder why
you can't talk to me
do you feel bad
for your wrongs
I want to whisper
in your ear
my anger and hate
sour your mood sweetly
if it were night and warmer
I'd lie here
on your playground
and do the things that please
I've got a burn on my hand
and it reminds me of you.


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