You are shaking fists & trembling teeth.
I know:
you did not mean to be cruel.
That does not mean you were kind.

What is left here?
Only the quivering of the trees,
only the rippling of the lake.

Head in lap, check.
Sorry, check.
I won’t do it again, check,
check, check.

Sometimes, I think you forget.
I am not God.
I do not forgive.

Venetta Octavia, “The Burning”, published in The Dinner Table Review (via venettaoctavia)
  • 25 September 2016
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