Blood Oath

The knife edge of verse…
a verbal incision,
whose sharpness cuts both ways

Its blood groove runs heavy
with truth dripping free
—to mark the words unsaid  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Turner Avatar
September 16, 2020 at 10:33 AM
Kurt, you have got this short form down to perfection. Words left unsaid almost always cut a little deeper. Hoping you and yours are well.
Behm Avatar
September 16, 2020 at 11:19 AM
Thanks Daniel, much appreciated.
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