I speak in the language of life
The forbidden tongue
That was learned
When the first bite
Of the sinful fruit was taken
It sounds like the scream
Of a tortured soul regretting
The choices that are now
The cause of its agony
It sounds like the speeding
Heart of a blushing bride
About to start the beginning
Of the rest of her life
It sounds like the tapping
Of fingers on a keyboard
Creating a masterpiece
It sounds like the determined woman
Protesting in the streets with
More bravery than any man
I speak the language of death
© Lauren Patton, 2011
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