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Valentine Day Coup
On this day of hearts and flowerswhen planting seeds of love should only be,Why is it I feel storms all around me? Raging fires, monster winds,and angry, unrelenting rain.Do you also feel the pain? On a mission to destroy.No mercy. Understand?Clear the land! Make way to reseed.Destroy all evidence of old.Tabula rasa. Be bold! Weeds…
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Trust Me. I Understand Rage
I know what it looks like. I know how it feels. Rage was my mother – a church going, rosary-reciting, rule-following, angry woman. She called it “Holy Anger” when she beat me. And she beat me often with anything she could grab: a yardstick, a fly-swatter, her hand. Hitting, slapping, gauging, pulling at my hair,…