The Tamed
Spit. Fire. Claws.
Fury shoots out at every angle
Who cares
if there’s
a reason!
I’m
MAD.
Slowly silken sing-song
words lilt and float
down
like a dove
they settle, flowing across my
prickled neck.
caressing the curve of my jaw
hugging my heart
and I sink. Free I breathe
in
and out
Life.
“A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger...the tongue that brings healing is a tree of life but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.” Proverbs 15:1, 4
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