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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My name is Janet, and I'm located in southern California. My blog is rather eclectic, featuring art, photography, and a little poetry, as well as short pieces of fiction (now and then). I also share about my walk of faith, and my journey through recovery from alcoholism.

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