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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Three Word Wednesday~ Cutting Words


Quick, adjective: fast, swift, rapid, speedy, high-speed, breakneck, expeditious, brisk, smart, hasty, hurried, cursory, perfunctory, desultory, superficial, summary; brief, short, fleeting, transient, transitory, short-lived, lightning, momentary, whirlwind, whistle-stop, sudden, instantaneous, immediate, instant, abrupt, precipitate, 4 she isn't quick enough to advance to the next level: intelligent, bright, clever, gifted, able, astute, quick-witted, sharp-witted, smart; observant, alert, sharp, perceptive.

Raw, adjective: uncooked, fresh, unprocessed, untreated, unrefined, crude, natural; unedited, undigested, unprepared, inexperienced, new, untrained, untried, untested, unseasoned; callow, immature, green, na├»ve, red, painful, tender; abraded, chafed, bleak, cold, chilly, bone-chilling, freezing, icy, icy-cold, wintry, bitter, biting, strong, intense, passionate, fervent, powerful, violent; undisguised, unconcealed, unrestrained, uninhibited, realistic, unembellished, unvarnished, brutal, harsh, gritty, graphic.

Sassy, adjective: lively, bold, and full of spirit; cheeky.



Quick and sassy with 
Each raw fight
The cutting words and glares
Of the pain of loss
She quickly glanced back 
One last sassy look
Not giving him a moment
Of her thoughts
He was quick to insult
With his raw cutting words
Not even giving thought
Of who could hear
The snear of insults
Raging one right after the other 
With her back turned
She silently gave a raw glare
Into space
Knowing full well 
It had only just began
His sharp tongue
Qucik to take aim 
Right to the heart
One last stab
As she left the room
With a sassy stride
Only she could do
As he invoked one more insult
After another
No remorse
For the pain invoke
Only contempt and hatred
As she left the room

~BETH~




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