Mincing Words
I placed his words upon a chopping block
Will this blade be sharp enough for the task?
They say the first cut is the deepest.
I can't cut them up fast enough.
Will this blade be sharp enough for the task?
All these words that have hurt me so.
I can't cut them up fast enough!
Perhaps in smaller pieces they might taste better.
All these words that have hurt me so.
Words make up the recipe of my disaster.
Perhaps in smaller pieces they might taste better.
I chop them up with tremendous enthusiasm!
Words make up the recipe of my disaster
Once separated will they be of little consequence?
I chop them up with tremendous enthusiasm
Uncontrollable tears escape from my eyes
Once separated will they be of little consequence?
They say the first cut is the deepest.
Uncontrollable tears escape from my eyes!
I place his words upon a chopping block.
Written June 18, 2016
For John Lawless's contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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