hiss

When distraction carries meaning
like a diamondback’s rattle,
it tautens circadian rhythms

and hurls the tender
toward their own metaphorical
what the hell.

Sharp and venomous bone teeth
taunt your life with plucky listeners.

Where do words go, when nobody says them?

Brenda Warren 2014

Written for Elizabeth’s Day 7 prompt.

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