Cassandra Speaks


she was no sweet talker

tongue like a whip, that one

she liked to say she was honest

but it tended to feel like a scourge

on your soul, your heart, your self

when she turned your own strengths

to salt and vinegar, victory to ash . . .

 

but when her words caress you

you feel like a star-bound angel

or a god of a lesser pantheon

David M Pitchford
5 Feb 2014

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