Stiletto

 
He does not realize
how deep words can cut
a fragile flower's bloom
until he's said too much
inflicting mental wounds.
 

 
He does not realize
as he wields their weight
with thoughtless reckless haste
leaving a frazzled mental state
and an acrid bitter taste.

 
And when the bloom
is finally felled
laid bare upon the floor
All that's left- her sweet smell
He does not realize
.....what he has lost.

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
 
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