It protrudes from my back,

This thing you’ve done to me,

This secrets you used,

To assassinate me silently,

This subtle weapon you hid so well.

It runs through my veins,

With every heartbeat burning trails,

A road map of deceit,

Barely visible under my skin,

A well used poison I never tasted on your lips,

When you delivered that bitter kiss.

It looks swollen and ugly,

When I look in the mirror,

Where you smote me with it,

Repeatedly to the face,

Black and blue am I,

If only to my own reflection.

It hurts…

And that’s the most of it,

That’s the gist of this game that we play,

This deadly game of cloak and dagger,

With our wordy weapons;

Wielded without restraint.

Or left to hang above us,

A guillotine of syllables,

Suspended by uncertainty.

Killing each other with things unsaid.

An Ironic pair are we.

© Michelle Toussaint. All Rights Reserved


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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