No more naked words of me
I’ll share with unfit company
No more pearls to swine
wallowing in
malicious pits
of rhyme
Greedily feeding upon frenemies
In snide remarks
they crassly snort
from gaping cavities
Cackling round cauldrons
Stirring up slander
in smiles & sabotage
Envy & insecurity forms friendships
Coven’s of commonalities
whose Joyous glee
derives from wHine & inflicting cruelty
Hating the me
that they create
from moldy thoughts
& evil hearts
Their misery needs company
to justify impiety
Lying eyes see only lies
Venomous bites
contort distort
truth as alibis
to fit inside
their
teeny tiny
twisted minds
~
*reposting this piece because,
so often these temporary feelings of pain resurface,
unfortunate lows in the mostly highs that come
from exposing your thoughts & heart in permanent ink.
* I really like it! and it’s a bit Halloweeny…
*photo mine
