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

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