Piercing the friendly chatter
Amongst those gathered in the foyer
She scoffed, ‘You hardly ate any of it!’
Referring to a lasagne
She’d made for him last Summer
All eyes were nervously averting
Until a saviour evoked the sunny weather
And new patter washed over
The bloody dagger in his stomach
Where his hunger for more pasta remained
- c. h. 22nd September 2019
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The book you won’t read For fear it will control you Already does so If you fear the book That will undo your beliefs You fear your breath, ...
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the y is yours if you want y if you need y whichever y the y is yours unconditional y - c. h., 24th May 2020 ...
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