Sticks and stones

How I wish they’d broken my bones

For the crime of the written word

Solicits less condolence

0o0o0

Hate and lies

How I wish they had devised

The fire by which the venomous pages

Smolder into ashes

0o0o0

The poison quill

How I wish I had the skill

To blot out the lies; the pen of truth

Writes its own justice

0o0o0

Pens at war

How I wish I had written more

To balance Osiris’ scale; then Ammit

Devours the vile plume

0o0o0

Deathly words

I’ve never read anything so absurd

But the hand holding the poison quill

Poisons itself of all reason

 

© Amy Sophiamehr

Artwork by mx-chronos at Deviantart

 

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