Words

They spill out of my mouth

Ugly little things,

I try to stop them but I can’t

Dragons unleashed to the world

They can never be taken back

They fly towards their target,

Beating

Punching

Destroying goodwill

Oh, but look!

It is contagious

they invade the air

it is too late now

‘til one girl

opens her mouth

and out flies a dove.

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