Gritting my teeth <br /> I bite my tongue under my Mona Lisa smile. <br /> Grating words intensify <br /> The glare of the grin and glint of my eye. <br /> Oblivious, <br /> The words continue to spurt out <br /> Like blood would, if looks could kill.<br /><br />Bethani Ann DeLong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mona-lisa-3/
