Spite in the Ice

Contributor: Barretta Gardeni

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Her lies, her lies
we see them
we see their light
in her eyes
slithering
glimmering
slick skin of the snake
inside
inside ice
inside a sheen of strife
her malice
her mind
full of violence
teeth keen
iced tines
for slicing
biting
poisoning
purposefully tearing
the soul from the meat
the sweet
from the soft
until nothing remains
until nothing stirs
but spite
spit
in the ice.


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I tend roses and write about the past.