Color With Clutter
By TW Abel
My thighs are bruised black from waiting here too long.
The pain penetrating my heart
Comes from your over-bearing cells
Attacking and eating my insides.
My brittle bones stem from youth misuse. I'll show you-
You wrestle within me still.
Two-of-a-kind, we've become. Our egos feed off of each other
And attack like two Betta Splendens, living in the same shallow bowl;
Fighting till the death, for all to see.
Your coldness has left me frozen. Bitter.
Two-of-a-kind we've become, like two icicles; sharp-edged,
And melting ...