Words That Kill
We are like two planes bound to collide
tinting the sky with hues of blood-red desire
our embers, a tapestry woven with grace
from threads of doleful devotion
Words that kill,
speak them to me, please,
as we waltz slowly to the rhythm
of our eventual demise
You are the Trojan horse
in this battleground of desire
the ghost within my chest,
clawing through my thorns of internal inhibition
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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