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Barbed Wounds

Lead with kindness, listen with grace

THEY WARN OF HER:

Her tongue afoul

Words so putrid

That strike lashes of

Barbed wires

Cutting those daring

To enter

—

SEE HER CASTLE:

Brims with malice

Walls that tower

Stones that cut

Casting shadows

Heavy with decay

Windows guarded

Empty and full

—

DON’T THEY SEE?

Her words of irony

How barbed wires

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Cut her too

Fearing poison

That are tears

That acid dripping

Down her cheeks

But wounds do not

Undo wounds she wrought

But her wounds did not

Spring from no where

See the touch

Of envy’s hands

See how it made her writhe

So her hands fall into

Endless loops

Laying bricks

Till’ no sun

Sees through

—

But remember

How the moon

Shines silver

On softened stone

Even barbed wounds

Can start anew.