Biting
fight/Fighting bite
It
is a fear.
To
dry out.
To
dry up.
To
no longer
think
the words they
aren’t
expecting
to
read.
To
lose that bite
that
allowed
me
to get away
with
it for so long,
too
long. The fear
has
come to
strangle
the
fight.
Always
cold.
You’ve
made me always cold.
And
tired. You’ve made me
ask
the questions I don’t want to know the answers to.
You’ve made me look back and see
things differently. You’ve made
me alone, staring into a future we
were going to share
A keen reader, Anthony has read in
support of Jerome Rothenberg and has had fifty-word stories published in 50 to 1 and Postcard Shorts.
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