Hellish Glimpses

…and now she knows

Love no longer glows

With bliss of ignorance

Words, razor-sharp

Have left their scars

There is no self-defense…

...to barricade from other lips

The words that spew in hate

If only somewhere on the air

Perhaps would be a gate

To bar those hellish glimpses

...one can breathe and yet be dead

Slaughtered again, again by words

That never should be said

© Janet Martin