The Memory of Your Words

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The memory of your words crushed 
like stones on well trod streets 
pummeled beneath the feet 
of humanity
And though I tell myself 
you didn’t mean what you said  
they cut a swath into my heart and
infested me with a macabre plague
I tried to hide from the stinging blood 
your diseased tongue drew but who knew 
mere words spewed could be so cruel
With quavering rage they spilled from bared lips 
your burning eyes – white flames of fire brick
I bowed my head and waited- 
praying for a pensive apology 
but instead there was only shocked silence 
as the scent of patchouli tainted with regret
wafted through cloying air

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Day six of National Poetry Writing Month.

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

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