Body Blow
Swollen eyes
drip with clever tears
a thin disguise
years of slippery lies
A loss of face
fools gold in the hand
a rush of space
words snap into place
The silver voice
forked-tongue delivers
practiced poise
cold weapon of choice
The silence breathes
a clock tick-tocks
a body heaves
a lifetime seethes
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2011
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