May 6, 2008

Spoon

A day dripping with sweetness
And an apricot sun
That painted the world with a syrupy dew

Ruined.

I fed it spoonfuls of rage
and mouthfuls of hate
And bit by bit rotted its sky-fruit

I balled up my fear
and flung it at the world

Missing completely
Hitting the sky
And blackening the horizon.

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