Smiling Woman

She could no longer hear no evil

She could no longer see no evil

But speak evil…

Oh, yes…she could.

With her razor sharp tongue

And smug, upturned nose;

With bent spine, clawed hands jagged and rough

Her mouth could still speak the hurtful:

Kindness…not in her vocabulary.

Her taunts, her chides, her demeaning sneering snarls

Oh, they bit, they bite, they take chunks out of you!

There is no chance that she’ll see how she wounds

How it effects those in her path

No chance she’ll hear, or listen to, the “please…no more!”

Hers is a voice without pity, speaking evil…

Her cheeks bloom, rosy, when she finally smiles.