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Behind the friendly smile
Inconsolable in my ranting
Wet, slimy reality dripping from your pores, you advance
Backing deeper into the gauze that surrounds my essence
I manage to avoid your talons of sound advice
Dodging, weaving my feet incased in your poison of truth
Your quiet soothing words ripping at my flesh
Your concerns ring out false, platitudes in colorful paper
I see you for what you are, monster of facts
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|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|Oh been there done that!! Resonates deeply, deeply...
If Sylvia Plath was still around, this could be one of hers...
You have a wonderful talent JoAnna...
|Reviewed by Bill Grimes Jr.
|"Wet, slimy reality dripping from your pores"......I too have met such monsters JoAnna.......I enjoy your work.
|Reviewed by William DeVault
|Nicely said...a good slap of perspective.|
|Reviewed by Evelyn Simon
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|this is great shit.|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|darn those facts, sometimes they can be the worst horrors, to say nothing of their harbinger|