Your mouth is a gun
Your words, the bullet...
The bullet that wounds,
The wound that kills.
Your mouth is a gift
Your words, the present...
The present that thrills,
The thrill that fades.
Your mouth is a feast
Your words, the taste...
The taste that spoils,
The spoils that kill.
MOUTH, CLOSED
A forked tongue can wound from both sides of the mouth,
A closed mouth inflicts no wounds.
TONGUE, TIED
Black coffee at 6 a.m.Sriracha on the lips at noon...
The words exchanged,
The lover gone,
The snow keeps falling...
Just another day.
Sarah Ito is a published novelist, essayist and poet, and occasional actor. She has been published in The New Engagement, TUCK, Greenwich Free Press, Blood Moon Rising, Grub Street, and more.
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