You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offence, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
-Alison McGhee, All River Flow To The Sea.
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Sew 'em up,
From the bottom to the upper lip.
Zigzag, crisscross,
Let the crimson drip.
For it's better than the chaos,
That's the aftermath of unsealed lips.
As the cerise rage bubbles,
And the foamy lather oozes out,
She wants nothing but to demolish everything into rubble,
But her eyelids conceal those sable pupils,
And her lungs fill with prolific air,
For she knows without a doubt,
That the slightest movement of her rosy lips can result in blood and gore.
They anticipate her to go feral,
But they're left smouldering themselves,
As soon as she carols,
Sew 'em up,
From the bottom to the upper lip.
Zigzag, crisscross,
Let the crimson drip.
For it's better than the chaos,
That's the aftermath of unsealed lips.
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Symmetry
Poetry"There is Sun and storm in every blossoming. That is where the poetry lives" All rights reserved to @destellos_, 2016.
