Pure Perfection
PURE PERFECTION . . .
Mirror broken, shard's outspoken
Piercing, rupturing, into my heart
No prisoners taken, her life token
Devoured, as latest thirst fulfilled
Appetite quenched, now plied art
As sly innuendoes, master skilled
A journeyman of no consequence
Thoughts brims, he can only blart
Ill poised, insecure, inconsequent
Others taken in by this false farce
So he waits on others info to part
As his truth found, is more sparse
What life, left inside of her, awaits
Her wounds heal, new life to start
Makes notes of his narcissist traits
Waits her turn, given no objection
A fury unfurled onto this dim clart
Fulfils a dream, of pure perfection
Indiana Shaw . . .
"A Terza Rima of sorts" . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2023
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