Caprice
As seen,
unfed,
nourished by atmosphere.
It waits,
crying,
waiting to stake its claim.
Silver,
tarnished,
leave me in your wake.
Ashamed,
alight,
captions flee this scene.
So strong,
unkind,
the promises fade to ash.
Blisters,
unhealed,
will mark the villain's face.
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