This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Please, Don't Kill Me With Kindness It's the kill in the kindness and not the kindness in the kill that raises the hairs on the back of my neck and causes my mind to be filled with worries that are abstruse and complex. When I see your sugary sweet smile, or hear your honeybee buzzing voice, I know you're planning to revile in terms sticky sweet and moist whatever I did that offended you, and I feel spiders crawling up my spine. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |