Treasure Island

Ananta Madhavan


Stammer


A fragile utterance was all he had:
The words would bunch up in his working mouth,
Their egress blocked by that unkindly stammer -
Then, bolting out, assail you like a
ssledge-hammer.

Mmee - too.

Submitted: Saturday, February 08, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014

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