Perfection, Perfectly
Perfection, Perfectly (A pantoum)
That thing hung over me
Like a musty old cloak
Grown heavy with hate moss
Dripping from its frayed edges
Like a musty old cloak
Warning me he was coming!
Dripping from its frayed edges
So I could be ready
Warning me he was coming
To serve perfection, perfectly
So I could be ready,
While walking on eggshells
To serve perfection, perfectly
I was shattered, but still whole
While walking on eggshells,
Dodging hurled glasses of iced tea
I was shattered, but still whole
Your lips pulled thin angry white
Dodging hurled glasses of iced tea
In the hell known as my life
Your lips pulled thin angry white
You made me so scared
In the hell known as my life
But I endured you
You made me so scared!
Now the cloak has been burned
But I endured you
My flesh survived
Now the cloak has been burned
Grown heavy with hate moss
My flesh survived
That thing hung over me
Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014
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