Welcome to National Poetry Month! Enjoy poems from Fine Lines and feel free to write and share your own!
by Christine Janak
A violent hurricane of words
Shook the house.
They seeped through the cracks in the ceiling
And crawled under the doors.
They slithered up the staircase
And bled through the walls.
Thousands of fire-red ants
Seared pinholes into my flesh.
Words were thrown
Like crumpled tissues into a waste-bin.
I sat on my bedroom floor
With my knees crushed against my chest
As truth gobbled me up like a Sunday feast.