Things Our Parents Once Told us, and Taking Them Literally
Things Our Parents Once Told us, and Taking Them Literally
The tongues are laced,
forked
with poison for the mind.
Snakes are coiled in the bushes.
A word will choke
innocence.
A suffocation
of the infant within.
The mouse trembles,
quivering
as it gasps for air.
Prey made ready for consumption.
Reservoirs store fangs of phrases
contaminated
with venom that corrodes
the heart that matters.
A lesson to be learned:
If you can’t say anything nice,
don’t say anything at all.
Anything nice!
Anything nice!
Anything nice?
Anything at all…
…opens the worlds of dreams,
even demolishing the snakes
whose tongues are laced and heat seeking,
but looking for a cold place
to plant an icy fate.
Anything at all
dreams of fire,
makes warm.
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