Being an allusion to a small boy's savior
was all you really cared about.
You dared to judge all of my behavior
although, your faults far outweighed my own.
You pinned a scarlet letter on my chest
not once checking for a pulse.
Carefully sewed to my dying breast
with mocking sincerity.
You slid a glove over your hand
as my blood began to pool,
but never realized that this brand
was not mine to bear.

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