Poems That I Do Not Like

I don’t like poems
about
leaves
raindrops
springing lambs
or the way
a flickering candle
lights Emily Bronte’s face.

Especially after
you have just
smashed my glass heart
into shards
that you will
then randomly
cut me with
until I’m a bleeding

 

epitaph.

◄ Columbia Road

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