the birthing of a new day brings good news, no matter what the sun is bright with renewed hope... for some, though, a new day means only one thing, which, to them, is so fulfilling---
as soon as there is light, nothing could stop the lashing of the tongue, the mind, ever ready to strike. a vanity mirror stands--- many reflections stare back waits, for the eyes that stare the eyes that wander through words through spaces searching for its prey mouth brims with affronts inflicts pain mind gets busy fire raging too much envy...hatred... and grudge held within, hands touch...slide on the keys words glide away....then start spinning double-edged knives words that stab and slash when read, and absorbed flying in the air while the innocent ones inhale, victims, burned by the flames spewed by the tongue poisoned by the venom of the spitfire.
purple skies of dawn don't matter dark blue firmament could just stay that way for, there is only black and red while the spitfire is awake...
Sally
Copyright June 28, 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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