emotional schrapnel

Words lacerated asunder
and hurled by tongues
long enough to serve
as intercontinental bridges.
You wait on the hour-snakes
which slink by
to a meter of
the destroyed
and the destroyers.
Me, I’ve got a pocket full
of sharpened pennies
and a prayer
that won’t travel too well.

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