Poisonous Words

Poisonous words spill easily from her lips, a shattered pitcher of milk weeping upon cold ceramic tile, crawling out along the veined highway of grout lines, soaking in at the weak spots and leaving a permanent mark.
Spilled milk can be wiped away.  Shattered glass can be swept.  But what of her poisonous words?  Does she wish she could gather up those words, as the farmer’s wife gathers her eggs on a bright winter’s morning yet unspoiled by greetings and banalities?  Does she wish she could reel them in, just as the fisherman pulls in his fish at the end of the day? 
Does she wish she would spend her words more carefully?
No.  Seeing poisonous words hit their mark; seeing the pain and the anguish they leave behind; seeing her words soak into the skin, no, into the very soul of a person is much too gratifying.  She enjoys seeing marriages ripped apart; friends fighting friends; children turned against mothers. 
She will spend her words as she pleases.  In the end, she may lose a few friends.   But she considers it a fair enough exchange.
 For this week's
Trifecta Writing Challenge, participants were challenged to write a piece from 33 to 333 words using the third definition of poisonous.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Poisonous Words

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Poisonous Words

Poisonous words spill easily from her lips, a shattered pitcher of milk weeping upon cold ceramic tile, crawling out along the veined highway of grout lines, soaking in at the weak spots and leaving a permanent mark.
Spilled milk can be wiped away.  Shattered glass can be swept.  But what of her poisonous words?  Does she wish she could gather up those words, as the farmer’s wife gathers her eggs on a bright winter’s morning yet unspoiled by greetings and banalities?  Does she wish she could reel them in, just as the fisherman pulls in his fish at the end of the day? 
Does she wish she would spend her words more carefully?
No.  Seeing poisonous words hit their mark; seeing the pain and the anguish they leave behind; seeing her words soak into the skin, no, into the very soul of a person is much too gratifying.  She enjoys seeing marriages ripped apart; friends fighting friends; children turned against mothers. 
She will spend her words as she pleases.  In the end, she may lose a few friends.   But she considers it a fair enough exchange.
 For this week's
Trifecta Writing Challenge, participants were challenged to write a piece from 33 to 333 words using the third definition of poisonous.

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6 Comments:

At November 30, 2011 at 12:43 PM , Anonymous Cindy Brown said...

Excellent!

 
At November 30, 2011 at 2:36 PM , Anonymous Kgwaite said...

Thanks for reading!

 
At December 1, 2011 at 8:58 AM , Anonymous Elizabeth Young said...

Wow, you certainly rise to these challenges! Your writing is exquisite and always frames so beautifully the topic. I write by inspiration and cannot image being able do what you do, it is a real gift. Well done for another winning piece!

 
At December 1, 2011 at 3:08 PM , Anonymous TLanceB said...

strong, very strong

Fav part: "Does she wish she could gather up those words, as the farmer’s wife gathers her eggs on a bright winter’s morning yet unspoiled by greetings and banalities? "

The juxaposition of that imagery with what those words do is powerful.

liked it

 
At December 5, 2011 at 4:21 AM , Anonymous Trifecta said...

Thank you so much for joining Trifecta: Week Three. I really enjoyed reading your response. The weeping milk, gathering words like fish on the end of a line--your metaphors are fun twists of phrase. Children turning against mothers is always a thought-provoking idea. I certainly hope you'll return for week four.

 
At December 8, 2011 at 1:03 AM , Anonymous Keve Bradley said...

This is a wonderful piece. I think I know this woman. Perhaps we all do. She is very, very dangerous.

Looking forward to reading more. Be well.

 

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