Searing pain
Surging through my body-
A toxin tainting my lips.
I can’t speak…
My tongue
Like an anchor
Attached to a ship
That’s been destroyed
By your cannons.
Searing pain
Surging through my body-
A toxin tainting my lips.
I can’t speak…
My tongue
Like an anchor
Attached to a ship
That’s been destroyed
By your cannons.
Powerful images–so true to life that sometimes feels like death.
And they still say “sticks and stones may break my bones . . . ” After seeking refuge from many a bomb-filled argument, I’ve often retreated — my tongue fat and heavy from battle. Nice metaphor.
Thanks also for dropping by my online writing studio, and for deciding to follow my work. I see by your archives that you began your site at about the same time I launched mine.
Cheers!
SM