There is a smile,
deeper than where the skin spits.
A spark in the eye
that belies inner jubilation.
In fact,
the deeper we go,
the more intense the sensation
of joy, permeating
to the point
of madness.
A smile is an open wound
showing off our insides.
Our hidden and most precious things,
protected by our hands and teeth.
A smile is a warning shot,
baring teeth to show
just how likely we are to bite,
if anybody gets too close.
That curve of our lips
describes us shamelessly to the world.
A loud overture
that seeks no permission.
Stifle them
and cover them
and try to hide the fact
that you’re laughing inside
at some poor fool’s misfortune.
You eyes betray
the “Ha-ha-ha”
in your heart;
just let it tear you apart
and feel bad after.
Oh, we are woefully equipped
to deal with such gifts,
because the heart
and the mind
and the smile
make a perfect weapon.
I’m aiming mine at you.
You think I’m enjoying the sight
of your life,
but inside;
I’m tearing you apart
with my teeth.
Smile
and they say the world will smile with you.
I guess the world always has been
a dangerous place.
Have a nice day.
🙂
HG – 2017
