taste my bleeding heart
its sweetness drowned in fury
battered by the fight
In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I’m Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
This poem is hardcore!
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