On putting our knives away

When things get heatedAnd conversations grow horns,Our hearts respond in turnBy coming dressed for the occasionBearing knives.Knives that are too easy to pick upAnd too hard to put down-Lacerations of the tongueTargeted jabs of the replyAnd the ever-threatening knife to the throatOf a sharp tone of voice.Its unfortunate that long afterThe final word has been […]

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Suck. They congeal slowly. The original sin Gets buried under layers of Consequent cold shoulders And dirty looks Until we’re left holding onto something That’s difficult to define. Its unfortunate that even When we are being reminded daily Of the fragility of the human condition We still hold onto grudges As though they were prized […]

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