The Cruelest Month

Cold coincidence
this season repeats its sins
an annual bloom of accusations

we hang ourselves
like mistletoe and holly

we watch others
kiss under their sweet folly

The season of red cheer
never fails
to draw blood

Your kisses are too demanding
or my lips
too unwary

Yet they meet
Misshapen bells
Their rhymes gone awry
©Reena Prasad

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