Free verse № 16876
Morning conflict
Longing for my jump start
yet resisting, I feel your pull.
I will not give in!
Iwill grind you into powder!
You retaliate by grasping my
nostrils with your brutal perfume.
I attempt at turning tables
and scald your remains.
Saturated, you leak into the urn
and I am triumphant.
Alas I am not. For I drink from thy urn.
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