Ice Queen

These simple words which stays the harsh whip’s lash
And bold-faced arrangement which eschews artifice
Are the bare cupboards of a kitchen
Removed of bon-bons and honeyed treats.
These worn walls are my heart
This scrape, a knife-wound from a careless vagrant.
No longer do I spread a sumptuous feast;
I offer nothing but shelter and a worn chair:
A kindness, if only you chose to see it.

Anger and Grief

In lieu of sadness, I choose anger
And a cold tongue I lash at others instead of myself
When you do not take offense at me
Then I know you love me
And when I give you explanation
Please know I love you;
The hurts have amassed so inside
That tears can no longer purge them