The sign said, “I couldn’t hurt you like you
hurt me.” Don’t be so sure. I’m Caliban
cast out among ruins; I never knew
how to curse before you taught me. Shaman
for the dead; that job does me no damn good
now. Who knew I had this violent hunger
in me to see you bleed? I think I could,
I could bleed you, drain you dry, and never
call it a sin … I think I’d like vengeance …
except that would mean bringing you back here.
To this world full of light like the first dawn.
So … no. The dead hate you. You’re a nuisance,
nothing more. Being unloved was your fear.
You weren’t, once, but now all that love is gone.
memories of my ghost sista 
Wow…there’s some bad juju in your past somewhere. Hope all that works out some day. Or, maybe you use it to channel your work…if so, good work. Always dig your words…and don’t know how much I don’t dig people who use the word “dig” once, let alone three, times in four lines.
Later…
That’s the nice thing about poetry. It really shouldn’t be used as cheap therapy to work out one’s demons, but if you need to it’s not like you’re hurting anyone by writing crappy verse! (haha!) I’ve been feeling contrary these last couple of days, truth be told, which is where this came from. But writing anonymously does have its pluses. My ex (who actually does live in Texas, sucker) will never find out. Hurrah for not having a past, it frees one up so much over everything!
I’ve fallen behind on my reading…if you noticed I had to go through all your work from about the past week today…but reading it all at once, yes, I noticed a bit of contrarity…that CAN’T be a word. It is now, in my world.
Later…
Writers do have that lovely way of making up the words they need versus having to settle for the words they have. I have thyroid issues (as in them failing but that’s a different story) so about every other month I go through a bad patch where my body decides it isn’t happy and I need to go back to the doctor to get my meds tweeked. This last week has been that time so I’m a wee more cranky than I normally would want to be. Still, as long as it’s among friends, all is still well.
🙂 doesn’t convey my wishes for your well-being.
Later…
thank you, my friend, thank you