A September Tarantella
Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Medea
Suffice to say I am vengeful,
crying ceaselessly,
oppressed and hateful.
Righteous indignation,
never peaceful. Scorn.
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