Venom

Words

Like sharpie;

Stay on us, for a while

Then eventually

Fade

We let go of our own actions

Much easier, than another’s

Because each of us

Believes our words

Are; innocent

The words we speak, however

Can be coated in venom

And when “said”

To another human

Can, poison them

Loose their sharpie quality

Those words, become

Tattoo ink:

Venomous

Dangerous;

Deadly

Tattoo ink:

That sinks, right past the skin

Travels through

Our veins

And grasps our very, soul

Shaking its feathered wings

Our soul, may perch & leave

The venom

Grasping tight enough

To kill another

And we thought our words; innocent.