Just Desserts
Nancy Eastlake
Like wolves
Driven by the passions of hunger They drove me back
And wedged me tight
Into a corner
And left me
Shaking with cold rage.
Left alone
On my own
With no defenses, I created my own.
My eyes filled with fire My words became stones To fling at intruders.
I drove them back Back to my apartment And left them
All alone With the kids.
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