You doled out temper tantrums like hard gums,
sugar flecked jellies
that locked my jaw
kept me mute
while you spun words into waterfalls and rapids
that broke over me
like I was nothing more than rock
carved out to test your anger upon.
Daily Post: Froth
I’ve been writing longer poems for NaPoWriMo this month so I went with a simple quardille for today’s daily post prompt.