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I see you, pitiful ...
Bleak as the dust you dwell
There is a black flame in your eyes
Searing a hole in my recollections, dour
Sinews trembling with the weight of broken bets
Deafening, the scratch and scrapes of claws on hope
The torn flesh of miracles the only witness
Hung cold on the hook of hapless horrors
Hiding, slithering under this child's bed
Waiting for sweet little legs to dangle
I am no longer that easy meat
So, drink my poison, beast
Choke on it.
Written and submitted on June 14, 2019
For the "What Makes You Flinch" Poetry Contest
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019