By Malice In Wonderland

you had mortars
in your eyes
lighting up visceral visage
concrete planes
of hardened insecurities
made flesh
you are
even on your frail state
medusa faced and so unprotected
I ran my fingers through your snakes
praying you would grace me
with a stare
a whisper
other than scales on jagged flesh
your glasses
were too shiny
glaring and cold
for the likes of me
trapped and hopelessly
for something more than
these stonefaced whispers
unbeknownst to the chessboard
I was standing.on
please forgive me
I guess
wasn't planning
for a coup.

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Copyright 2013 Ashe
Published on Thursday, September 5, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Phalanx On Sunday, February 9, 2020, Phalanx (747)By person wrote:

    This drew tears. Well done.

  • Maladroit On Thursday, September 5, 2013, Maladroit (298)By person wrote:

    Yeah? Random scribbles? This makes my notebook appear to be all crayola stick figures then.. This was clean. Well developed.

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