Turning Black

To pierce through the surface,

none sharper than words

A vowel like a razor,

to shave undeterred

Each letter a saber,

that strikes to the heart

All phrases an arrow,

your will to impart

Once spoken, each edge

is eternally honed

To cut through deception,

and carve into bone

The blood trail that follows,

all sages can track

Incisive, unsutured

—the truth turning black

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2020)