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| Runge Nature Center, Jefferson City, Missouri. December 2006. |
Wintry in Missouri.
My hands are cold, but another's vengeance drip, drip, drips a molten sludge of thick poison into my gullet, seeking to liquidate my spirit.
My hands are cold, but my gut twists from a dull, yellow ember of acid fear that seeks to burn.
My hands are cold, but my heart constricts from a subterranean rage that seeks to consume it.
Come soon, spring.
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| Icy serviceberry, Jefferson City, Missouri. December 2006. |
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