Truth 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)

 

 

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