TERROR

									It's the glaze
									on where what
									you thought
									you could
									stand is
									sabotaged
									you lose
									balance   ice
									is a dagger
									that melts
									before tiger
									prints   even
									the shadow of
									what got you's
									left and there's 
									just a pale
									rose rain
									licks the edge
									of as you
									stagger off
									unable to 
									speak

										- Lyn Lifshin

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