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
A Sprinkle of Faith 
Wow. The pen is mightier than the sword….
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A very interesting juxtaposition of images!
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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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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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Me too! 🙂
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Your words …wow
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