stands opposed to love
as an antagonist
against our person.
pinching flesh between its claws,
clackety-clack;
drawing bloody gasps.
as yellow
as fretful lasses
outmaneuvered by bumblebees.
driving me into corners
until I become the wall
dared to conceive regret.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Trina Layne is a Christian, wife, sister, aunt, teacher, writer, and musician. Words are her colors. Lyrics and melody have always been beautiful in her life, and she is thankful for this. Trina has won a few writing awards in her sunny island home of Barbados. She has been a finalist in two international writing competitions, including the International Songwriting Competition (ISC) 2016/2017. She is a regular contributor to the global anthology site, PoetrySoup.com.
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