prompt by poems.by.jenna on insta: muted malice
                              i don't rly know where i was going with this one haha but here it is <33333
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                              your lips
                              drip with muted malice,
                              knives sheathed
                              in smiles,
                              words layered
                              in double meanings,
                              and i wish
                              you'd let your 
                              sharp teeth 
                              and hisses
                              loose
                              so that we might not
                              fight with facades
                              but with bare souls
                              and salt-coated words,
                              no honey
                              to stick to the wounds,
                              no cloying sweetness
                              to spin your words
                              into sugar
                              
                              let's cut right to the heart
                              and see what thoughts
                              are hidden
                              in the heartbeats,
                              let's allow our eyes
                              to be windows
                              and let us peer in
                              to see the raging storms
                              in each other's souls
                              and know that
                              lightning
                              cannot be contained
                              once let loose,
                              once it takes its first gulp
                              of freedom,
                              wanting to strike down
                              in a flash of scorching grief
                              onto the dry-wood shambles
                              we live under,
                              setting fire
                              to what we once thought
                              was someplace to go
                              when the world's storms
                              rained down more
                              than our palms
                              could catch--
                              who knew it would be
                              our own storms
                              that would drive us mad,
                              blindly clawing
                              against stinging torrents of rain,
                              wandering and wanting,
                              searching for the solace
                              we couldn't find
                              in each other's arms
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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