My tongue gets sour and bitter, it dreams up revenge fantasies.
A while back I hired it a babysitter
But it still screams out violent prophecies.
They try to bite me with their fangs, strip me of the power,
Acting as the god almighty
While I recklessly destroy and devour.
And I know they refuse to be scared of my baby pink guts.
But my blade, it makes moves.
It doesn’t stop until someone else rots.
My teeth get blacker with each hex that I spew at their swords.
But they’ve brought their hijackers,
They take over my thoughts and words.
Although I know it’s too late, my tongue sharpens its knives
Ready to unleash all the hate
Right back at their crooked hives.
So the bitterness slips away, I trip on its tails while it passes,
And I’m fit to fight again
Until they whisper my name in history classes.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 