Thin Rope To Hold
Drum hard on the wound
entangled in my eyes.
Drum me a backroad
And the venom of revenge,
drum that out too until its murdering addiction
I wait beside these deadly
roots – these are my nerves
clogged with insecurities.
How sharp this shrill in my heart
that never catches fire!
Drum free my harvest
then show me the language
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2015
Published in “Gossamer Poetry Page” November 2015
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