.

.

I buried you under a rock

that night in December

you formed the foundations of my life.

 

…….

 

Is this how you have fashioned the flesh of my memory,

into hate.

Was my dying so expensive

that it bankrupted your soul

leaving you destitute

a pauper

a racist.

.

.

© Paul Nichol.  2015

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