Fearsome B*****d

After one particularlly bad morning, I made my way to the library and wrote this poem on their typewriter.

Today the world is a fearsome b*****d.
Too treacherous to tread, too painful to stay here.
Walk backwards through a minefield in a haze all too real.
I want to paint the world the color of a sad poem
and fall like a tear onto your lips.
It's normal and sappy and beautiful.
But how you can rip me to shreds.
A heart extinguished and tattered.
Please gently breathe my name again.

Author's Note

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