Friday, December 3, 2010

Betrayal

That sword you’ve stabbed me,
it hurts.
You drew it out
with your mouth.
Your tongue poisoning
the weapon.
Lips readied to throw it
at me.
Perfect aim,
instant death.
The wound it bleeds,
no signs of stopping.
Tears fill me sight,
you’ve betrayed me.

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