Her Hate Poem by Randy Briggs

Her Hate



she screams
at me,
she screams
at me,
and she stutters
and her face
turns red
and her veins
blow up
and she screams.
she's pissed
and I wake up
and pour myself
a glass of water
and pull my sorry
body back into
bed and
she is still
screaming.

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