It surprised me when she started to talk. I thought she’d already learnt her lesson; thought she’d learnt it well. Hadn’t we personally been burnt by others’ hateful remarks about our past? Yet there she was, right in the midst of that nasty little gaggle of busy-bodies who passed gossip around like it was a plate of afters ready to be devoured. The look on her face was what wounded me most – that look of pure satisfaction in herself as those spiteful words leapt from her hissing tongue. I couldn’t help but wonder to whom she was doing the most damage. I wasn’t sure how much was being done to her victim. Yet I was certain there was a great deal being heaped upon her soul. As the poisonous venom dripped off her tongue, the others greedily gobbled it up as if it were a tart, juicy piece of ripe fruit. Come to think of it, maybe it was – just like in the Garden of Eden.
Tantalizing words that tangle the tongue,
Seduce the brain once the brash deed is done.
Flee the wrath!
Their fire flicks the teeth,
meandering wrong paths
as if they have feet.
Oh, turn your head from their creative conception;
Their lustful spice will ruin your perception.
This sweet kiss bestowed will steer you towards death
by the one leaned so near,
who has poison on her breath.
© jody love 2013
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