Weapons
Oct 27, 2022
Words wielded by a bitter tongue
lash against your heart and leave
open wounds. Every time
I regret the attack. And yet,
I cannot stop. I am heady
with the power of my weapons.
You fall victim with the rest.
Written by Linda DiMeo Lowman
Writer, feminist, political rabble-rouser, recovering Catholic and alcoholic, pet lover and chocolate aficionado.