Poetry
Trenchant Remark
Scrittura Saturday Poetry Prompt: use this title prompt
Words fire like a dart
from a blow gun, tipped with venom
Hit the mark, straight to the jugular
where wrath spurts from the wound
Poison begets poison
so the injured party gives a volley
Yet nothing measures up
to those first syllables
so imbued with rancor
The evil liquor seeps
into the blood flow…