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Read Poems by Chrysanthemum Flower

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We all make a promise
at the age of good triumphs over evil
to always stand fast 
on the side of the righteous 
no matter what.
my beliefs were identical
to any child's 
reading Nancy Drew
frequenting G-rated movies
good will forever be good
no gray areas exist
no money
no power
no earthly desires
in my heart 
block my path.
the body count was about five
I realized what I was doing 
violated the very ideas I had 
of how a person should be. 
the past hour 
flitting around the yard
heart light, untroubled
was wrong.
my seven-year-old-hands stuttered
while shoving my defenseless victims into a mason jar
in cold blood
without even punching holes in the lid
their cold, dim bodies 
scattered at the bottom
like they didn't matter
like their tiny lights
didn't bring the world
any joy at all
not the smallest amount of magic
my fireflies
never to see another 
at that moment 
in disgust I stared at my hands
so much like those of a monster
not a hero after all.

Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower | Year Posted 2012


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  1. Date: 5/26/2016 8:20:00 PM

    Chrysanthemum Flower , Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*