No more naked words of me

I’ll share with unfit company

No more pearls to swine
wallowing in malicious pits
of rhyme

greedily feeding upon frenemies
in snide remarks they crassly snort
from gaping cavities

Cackling round cauldrons
stirring up slander
in smiles & sabotage

Envy & insecurities form friendships
Coven’s of commonalities
whose Joyous glee
derives from wHine & inflicting cruelty

Hating the me that they create
from moldy thoughts
& evil hearts
their misery needs company
to justify impiety

Lying eyes see only lies
venomous bites
contort distort truth as alibis
to fit inside
their teeny tiny twisted minds
~

©justagirllost2

*reposting this piece because,

so often these temporary feelings of pain resurface,

unfortunate lows in the mostly highs that come

from exposing your thoughts & heart in permanent ink.

~

*photo mine