Biter Or Worse
Pointed fingers,
Sharpened tongues,
Now become us
But fail to cause harm.
I laugh to know that they think anything
Other than the pale serration
Of my teeth could cleave the living flesh
From your bones.
As if their bitter words could
Bite you like I do.
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