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Tangled web. (Free verse) by darby pyn
And I could not remember the beginning
of our first December, Christmas in your
pulses beating. memorized I start repeating.
each stuttered dot in my brain, each pause I chose to refrain.
sifting the hourglass sand through the fingers of your hand.
caught between each slit of your grip squeezed from coal
Iâm your diamond tips.
cutting glass window reflection. breaking mirrors seven
year deception. superstitious black cat denial.
Iâm the victim, Iâm the rival. A- frame ladder canopy
beneath itâs social hierarchy. scab tearing scars leave
no room for injection. I wear my tragedy like a confession.
conjoined blamed twins each one the others guilt.
soot stained mouths too dry for milk. mother
has fangs kisses bleed lipstick poison.
Iâm the one she had not the one who was chosen.
talon toes underneath the tables stare caress
my woe's, my clues my dares. suck the
salt from her heels, ankles, calves, thighs staring up
at her moaning, bit lip, clenched teeth gasp.
I shudder and leave, Iâm not the bastard I was born to be.
too many secrets in the sea of me.
I have to live with these consequences.
one more I might burst.
apologizing from my hearse.
Iâm cursed but there are degrees of this.
I wonât be the crucifix praying for
water under an agnostic sky, swinging
rosaries dangle like a noose. choking
on it's moral hypocrisy.
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