Chapter 1 - Regret

word gets away-

four fast horses

can't catch it.



these thoughts form

on my lips,

push forth

into the air.



hands grasp

at them

but like eels they

slither away.



expressions of

anger and

fear and

longing



tend to linger

in my mouth-

but sometimes

I lose my grip.



and upon their escape,

these words

run rampant

throughout town.



it's just another

slip of the tongue.

but sometimes slips

can be fatal.

You are not authorized to comment here. Your must be registered and logged in to comment