To commit atrocities
In the name of love
Such monstrosities
Causes steps of
A cautioned hush
The presence of those returned
Warriors- gentle brush
Bloodied hands that burned
The lives of love
To return to their own.
The release of doves
Cannot absolve your trail of bones.
When you draw your knife,
Think of your wife.
To have survived this long
despite the world’s penchant
for beautiful dead girls,
Is that not magical in itself?
The heart is an arrow
It demands aim to land true,
it leaves us
someone hear me
please, little gods,
whoever is listening,
whoever hears the echo,
someone
hear me.
i have enough
caffeine
in my blood
to kill a cow,
momma,
you know,
i was so pretty today.
i woke up on time
you didn’t say anything
before you left
but,
my glasses were clean
my nails were painted,
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