Death By Proxy

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by twowolves80, Aug 16, 2016.

  1. twowolves80

    twowolves80 Darkness Incarnate; don't even bother

    I still recall
    the lingering trace
    of your smile,
    and the sound
    of your throaty laugh--

    the same laugh
    when you slid
    the miséricorde
    between my ribs,
    a mortal wound
    delivered by proxy
    so casually.

    Did you expect me
    to fight for you?
    Is that why
    I wasn't good enough?

    But who was I
    to dream of soaring
    where eagles dare
    on wings of gold
    that scrape the sky?

    I am who I am--
    a Walking Flaw
    bleeding on your doorstep.
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