Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Paul Engle

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Wrath

Wrath short poem

Wrath hammers down Crushing My reflection bursts into flames Leaping Scorching liquid glass into my bloodstream. Blood coagulates into mercury droplets Reaching the floor Rolling Out into infinity Space is the absence of thing-ness into that space, where no one