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

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Comments

Karen said…
Wow! You are ready to let loose!
October 20, 2014 at 6:53 PM
Justin Lamb said…
There's some fire in this poem! Well done.
October 20, 2014 at 9:57 PM
Susan said…
A ready curse, a held tongue--nicely done.
October 21, 2014 at 6:18 AM
Carrie Van Horn said…
You go girl...tell him like it is ...rock his world!! :-)
October 21, 2014 at 7:23 AM
Anonymous 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.
October 21, 2014 at 7:56 AM
Amrit Sinha said…
A fiery aggressive piece ... loved it :-)
October 22, 2014 at 1:29 AM
Margaret said…
Well - not all things are meant to be kept quiet - or a secret. Well and cleverly written.
October 22, 2014 at 10:49 PM
Unknown said…
Aptly, deftly, the primitive weapons and words hit their mark.
October 23, 2014 at 9:29 AM
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