Poem: A Subtle Abuse

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A Subtle Abuse

It is the mixing.
Too little
or too much
too often
can prove deadly.

Not at first mind you.
Slightly off is a slow killer,
an eroder of life,
Bit by tiny bit,
a thief of minutia
that never wants to kill
until it does.

2 comments

  1. I took the liberty of sharing both your poems. Perhaps I should have sought your leave. It’s only myself I hide under bushels

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