Mona Lisa Poem by Bethani Ann DeLong

Mona Lisa



Gritting my teeth
I bite my tongue under my Mona Lisa smile.
Grating words intensify
The glare of the grin and glint of my eye.
Oblivious,
The words continue to spurt out
Like blood would, if looks could kill.

Thursday, January 2, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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