word can cut
so we blur
the edges soften
dulling the slice
of forked tongues.

gratitude is less
than enough thanks
for the little
almost insignificant deviation
from the real.

words can cut
and i just
want them out
and whirlwind blades
make you ribbons.

now naked, bloody
salty tears sting
the lacerated ego.
you cut back.
soon we're both
reduced to dust.

04/14/2010

Author's Note: thank you, Trish. Wonderful subject.

Posted on 04/15/2010
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