excerpt from a letter to a loved one
Sometimes my chest is congested with so much sadness;
the only thing I can do is spit venom.
Mom, I'm sorry.
I apologize for using 'I hate you' as a weapon,
and you as a target;
using my loved ones as targets.
I don't think I am allowed to hate because I am sad.
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Heart to Heart
PoesíaCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.
