wags the tongues

 
the day was long and cutting
sharp tongues spoke with hidden agendas
not enough I should know
but enough that I felt the slices

each cut bleed crimsin sunflowers
they bloom on my skin with smiling faces
women of scorn bit and peck
I cut back not enough to cut but enough to disembowel
leaking they back off

I pick their innards off the ground
and stare at the mess I made with guilt
silent stares look through me
they didn't care to know the truth of things
as long as things appear shiny on the outside

who cares if they were bruised sunshine within?

I pick up my carnage and walk on
into the shifting mists that gossip
beware all ye who enter hear

the women are vicious