Twisted Lips

A poem about when love turns to hate

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Pure vitriol spews from your mouth and

I wonder where the words have been stored.

A poison stream of malice

Gushes up from a deep well of fetid emotions.

From the roiling depths, spite gurgles in your throat.

Your lips form shapes I have never seen before

Contorted, pinched, snarling

Not the lips I have kissed a thousand times

Or the ones that gently whispered  ‘I love you’.

Author: Deryn

Born and bred in Manchester UK with a degree in French from the University of Exeter, I found myself in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1995 via Spain, France and Greece. And London. I have worked in the hospitality industry in marketing, as a radio and tv producer, in PR and communications for South Africa's buy local advocacy campaign and since June 2022 have been running my own content creation and PR company, Use Lorem Ipsum. I have always been a reader and writer of stories and am relieved finally to have achieved the publication of this blog. Now for that novel. I am the mother of 2 sons, middle of 3 sisters, owner of a dog and the ex wife and ex girlfriend of a number of men who clearly didn't deserve me. I am an eternal optimist for myself, my country and the planet, so don't let me down, world.