In your handwriting
death lingered in the air
the letters made of blood
the words of hatred
a work of a murderer
this note I threw into the fire
but only to see it bleed even more
to hear the sound of hate,
surrounding me, choking me
telling me i can never escape...
~12/06/06

Cynthia Sok

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