by Nicole 11/20/12
tangles of injustice, writhing in pain
scream, silence oh, oh, here again…
violence trips up, stairs hairy
angry goes the flow, woe.
die. death sows seed, smelling old
rotten in a can, breathing only to gasp
cold air in, hot air out
drought, folding laundry – when?
skin. aching relief in the making
surrounded by bandages, poorly wrapped
oh, no! Redemption draws near
Holy fear, never mind the rearview