Slanderous words,
sharp and sticky abound.
Potentially murderous voices shoot out
yet ricochet off the innocent assemblage
surrounded by love, like bubble wrap.
A deadly collection of letters,
bouncing back to their owners.
While the souls remain
cloaked in truth,
“Those words aren’t us.”
No need for bulletproof vests to repel them.
Let them decay on the street
the street cleaner will dispose of them
before morning light.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Let them decay on the street
the street cleaner will dispose of them
before morning light.
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Karyn, thank you for your reflection. It is always interesting to find out what resonates with different people. I appreciate hearing from you.
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“Those words aren’t us.”
No need for bulletproof vests to repel them.
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Thank you Kirsten. I appreciate your reflection.
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Go, Ali, Go!! Awesome!
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Thanks Erin. I appreciate your cheering.
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