Watching the drivel of darkness
pour
out of the mouths of babes
silent and alone on the sidelines;
I feel mockery
slither in my veins.
You call out to it like a beacon in the night
yet trust
when death
that unfair maiden calls out to you
you are never ready.
She takes on her terms.
A vicious bitch smack
across the heart,
she claws
her way through
your nightmares
leaving you
the pieces of what
used to be
your life.
And you never saw
her coming.


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