Light Bringer, Rising
An angel born of grace,
Wings, a halo-a bright light
Stings. A fall- crash-
I’m born again.
Burned again.
Different skin
New air, new hair, new aura.
Same voice, exact words
“Trust me,” as I stab you in your spine.
My voice cracks, skips
Curved and edged
My sheathed tongue cuts me-
The roof of my mouth, my teeth
Sharpen the double edged sword that
I’m ready to release-too ready-
Too close to the edge help me
Im unsteady-good-being good-
It feels so good being
Bad choices rude ricochets across
My mouth and kills
People show up to crime scene lips-murder
Weapon kiss
Caution tape painted red-
Suspect in a cage-white steel teeth
Holding my sharpened mouth hostage
Only steel sharpens
Steal my words from me lock them up.
Clamp my jaw lock the cage
Pull away the reddened
Lips and smile the
Devilish smile
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