Passive Aggressive By J.Marie Dearwechter
Your splintered tongue spits hatred with every word, judging throat vocal vomit. Your eyes pass a sentence that can’t be served by doing time. The only punishment fit for your standards is death. I rot in the darkness of your overpowering ego, narcissist, ha, you define all that is, and all that was, but only in your own selfish sightline. This is how you see, through the glaring, burning, blurred vision, within the reality you created and in which you dwell. Stained and smelling of pride and indifference. Every word you spew is vile and tainted. Dipped in poison you aim for the heart, and pray for the kill shot. Silently you hone in on your target and release the deadly blows. Standing over each lifeless trophy, you gaze into the eyes, frozen forever now, only to admire your own reflection, and give a smirk.
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J.Marie
I am a writer, a musician, and an artist. Words, rhythm, soul, art, flesh, & bones, are the components to this being, that is me. I live to create, and it is my privilege to share with whoever stumbles upon me. Only hoping, "Your creative membrane will swell so much, your eyes will change color.” - J.Marie http://jmarievllc.wix.com/jmarievllc
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