Doublr-Face
Falsehood masks your brittle pride
from sight, distant yet once
the dust is settled anew
upon your shoes and empty heart,
as sunset bleeds away to follow me,
you will wonder if
the crimson streaks
across the sky are mine
and those black intentions
grip a male's vein to hemorrhage
on your double-face.
Copyright © Zelene Desha | Year Posted 2017
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