The eyes,
it’s always the eyes
giving us away as pupils
and wrinkles contract,
no green
on this messy palate
of emotion but
mostly red
as blood rushes
to the head creating
a fight or flight reaction
as we sharpen our
words, with intent
to fling them
at a perceived enemy
with great malice and
it’s always the same
as we prepare
to defend what we believe
is ours; or is it?





Love this one..









..this was powerful dear one..wonderful!

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