Weapons

Lips, rest firmly on the trigger-

Blistered by thoughts, simmering there.

Frustration, igniting the fuse-

Fires words as bullets, through the air.

Like a dagger, tearing through flesh-

Words thrust, with malevolent force.

Echoed cries, of hollowed anger-

Later to bleed, with great remorse.

—Janet

Follow Friday 2019 #2 – The Haunted Wordsmith January 11, 2019 at 4:22 AM

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Fandango January 11, 2019 at 7:13 AM

Wow. The pen is mightier than the sword….

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Dad4Gracie January 11, 2019 at 12:46 PM

A very interesting juxtaposition of images!

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1. Janet January 11, 2019 at 12:53 PM
  
  Oh thank you! I made that awhile ago and never knew what to do with it. I thought it kinda worked for this post.
  
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2. Dad4Gracie January 11, 2019 at 3:08 PM
  
  Yes, I agree. I love it when things just sort of come together, particularly when you aren’t really planning for them to work out that way!
  
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3. Janet January 11, 2019 at 3:57 PM
  
  Me too! 🙂
  
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Gilberto July 13, 2019 at 12:39 PM

Your words …wow

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