Threatening Poem
I wanted to read
that poem
The one with the
calloused hands.
The lines that
ache for love.
The sentences that
pushed each
other away.
I wanted to read
that poem.
The one that
threatened you.
So I read it.
Spat on it.
Crumbled and shredded it.
Re-wrote it.
To one word.
Then discarded it.