Underneath the words that slice Hidden deep from view Beneath the flesh and bones that break Words pierce, like a tattoo When the words have found a lair A hollowed home to dwell Wounds of scorn crust into shame Inside their prison cell When the words are all used up Theres nothings more to say Pierced into the psyche Etched in stone theyll stay
05/08/2008
Nice write lady. It seems that as poets we love words and twist and turn them to express our own reality. You've done a great job here!
I love a good rhyme. You've given some strong images of words mis-used. A thoughtful piece.
