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Hate is as much of an art
as love.
Maybe more so, the delicious
wickedness of imagining
what you would do,
what you would say,
given the chance in the arena
of your choice with your
hand-picked audience,
the devilish delight
uncovered in scheming things
you’ll never do, involving
honey, fireants, and salt marshes
at low tide. In reality,
no one is safe. In my imagination,
no one is safe from me.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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