Mark R Slaughter


Hate - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Hate has burned a gaping hole;
The rancid reek of charring flesh
Is dancing on my very soul.
And as the rising fumes enmesh
My crumpled heart, I play the role
Of crabby fart, gassing off
A diatribe, bleeding out a
Bitter part: an ugly twisted man.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Comments about Hate by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie Jane Doe (11/10/2009 9:12:00 AM)

    well done, i like it...=]] (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011


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