Woe to him that receives the lashes of her barbed tongue
which sooth she slap on balm thereafter
Yea, I have been thus wired
To receive her curse back-turned
is to feel the east wind chill on the nape o'th'neck
Yet survive you unscathed
Bonds stronger than chain fetteredLabels: impromptu, personal, poetry
POSTED BY Winter Frore ON Wednesday, March 29, 2017 @ 3:35 AM