Playing With Fire
Play with fire; you get burned
[adage from grandma]
her tongue from a red-hot tong
beware the flaming
coal upon your lips
turn back, child of mine, to be
birned by bitter words
eschew the heated branding
iron insensitive
angry to the innocent
Karma brings in kind
to suffer you still
while hurt is raw inside you
and pain lingers long
mark of the most angry beast
red scab of tissue
easily recognized tail
tattoo not erased
by repentance sad
lingers to remind the soul
of false words spoken
Written October 23, 2022
[Playing with the Seguidilla
introduced by Jeff Kyser]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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