Agressive Lips Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Her mouth, a blade honed by bitterness,
cutting deep before hands ever rise.
Words spit like sparks from a fire
that has burned too long in the dark.

She stands with trembling shoulders,
fragile as glass, yet sharp as its shards.
Every syllable a wound,
every whisper a scar.

Her anger is a shield,
her tongue a dagger,
striking before she is struck,
breaking before she is broken.

But beneath the venom,
behind the fury,
there is a silence
aching to be heard.