Monday, October 20, 2014

The Curse On My Tongue






















A curse rests on my tongue,
eager to be sent…
eager to find its target.

I war with my conscience
about playing nice….
Forgiveness is a virtue,
but he muddied the sandlot
in the darkest hour of breath.

I want to rattle every skeleton
in his closet until the truth
spills across his doorstep.

Sticks and stones aptly thrown
will tumble his house of cards.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Ah Halloween....'Tis the season of darkness.....

8 comments:

Karen said...

Wow! You are ready to let loose!

Justin Lamb said...

There's some fire in this poem! Well done.

Susan said...

A ready curse, a held tongue--nicely done.

Carrie Van Horn said...

You go girl...tell him like it is ...rock his world!! :-)

manicddaily said...

Your anger very palpable! I feel like this may be someone who was mean to a child! That kind of anger. Thanks. Kind of refreshing to read it! (Ha.) k.

Amrit Sinha said...

A fiery aggressive piece ... loved it :-)

Margaret said...

Well - not all things are meant to be kept quiet - or a secret. Well and cleverly written.

Kim Nelson said...

Aptly, deftly, the primitive weapons and words hit their mark.