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Nothing burns like resentment

Nothing scars like the pain

Pour scalding tea on my hand

The welts do not compare.

Never test the boiling point of the heart

Because it begins to singe

And  melt of the edges

Deforming those lacy fringes.

You can pour cold water before it begins to scar…

But no, nothing compares

To the anger in my heart.

Only prayer and faith can bring one back from the brink of death

And nothing kills like the holding of one’s breath.

Being unable to speak is worse than anything

Being unable to say what I feel and think

Is to send me to the deadly brink

So watch me sink into the mire with

no sentence higher than execution

for I value nothing more than my broken

heartfelt elocution. YaSaBa