Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

I hate (23 July 2011)

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hate is a piercing word
and even though I love
you, I had to scream it

I had to – like a wave has to
disembody itself on a rock

I HATE YOU

the last time I screamed those words
was into the face of my mother

I was fifteen and
she got more churned up
than the frothing white sea

that receives me now

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