Treasure Island

Patti Masterman


The Silencer


The silencer on your words
Kept me from hearing the report

The blood spatter on your face
Prevented me from seeing your crimes

The lies on your tongue pushed down
The plunger, and executed me without trial

Brings to mind the old adage, about keeping
Friends close; and enemies closer

But sometimes it's hard to tell where one leaves off
And the other begins.

Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010

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  • Stefanie Fontker (10/10/2011 10:30:00 AM)

    Huh, I'm never going to find one that I don't like. It is such a task, to figure out who we can trust, and who we must keep far away from our best selves. My favourite of yours so far. (Report) Reply

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