Your Words

By judith_morgan

Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Your Words

Viciousness spat venom.
Flint edged hate tore my flesh.
Fear froze me.
Confusion hammered my insides
and tied me there.
The poison had its way,
paralysis imprisoned me.

Exasperated wound
and
blood slips over the spillway
silently
salt of my tears
salt of my blood
meet on my tongue.

Judith Morgan

Certificate U
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