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Catfight Kayley Fouts With tornado terror You whirl in And just as quickly Bluster out Upheaving my roots From the stable soil. Your violent words Spew out of the shotgun barrel That is your mouth, Firing phrases Into my chest. You inform me That I crawled So far under your skin To become a virus Infecting you With my selfish germs. You pour your poison Down my throat Forcefully churning My stomach. Slowly it seeps, Hot and harmful— Ignoring my pleas For you to leave. But if that’s how You really feel, Then I am glad You amputated me At the knee Because girl, Gangrene Can spread.


Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  
Centripetal Volume 12 Issue 1  

Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010