Nerve ending fuse,
emotional dynamite
The spark of betrayal
—lit by a friend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
Curses Abort
The harder I fight,
the stronger they wield
The sharper their knives,
the thicker my shield
The louder their shouts,
the deeper my scream
Reality theirs,
—all time but a dream
The moment they chose,
my spirit was gone
Their words uninvited,
dead verse to a song
That plays a reunion,
a reckoning of sorts
Whose lyrics birth silent
—as curses abort
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
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