Poison

Clearly I hear the words

that do not touch my lips

as I rail against hurt

and humiliation.

That poisoned mask which is my mirror

has only flesh in common.

Its aspect is not kindly

nor is it loving or charitable.

It delights in bruising tender flesh

while feeding on praise

and lapping adoration

like a barbed wire cat.

By Katie Richards

© 2003

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