pinch, slap and bite away at the dry skin
gone astray, numb and torn into pieces that pretend to mend
the fear behind the smile in your face
how to reawaken the warrior buried under the fairytale
the charm has been dispelled by the brutal reality of the mess
we pretend to just ignore as if Time would stand down on the aftermath
of the miscalculation, immense, fruitful and worthy
getting over the ledge and trying again.
mimic you mocker of the link regional to the wound
doctors say it costs little to hold faith
options limited when the hounds ate grandma
do gravediggers ever tire of separating dirt to make space
does the blade now dull, rusty and discarded find solace
in the crystal water of the lake, refuge at the bottom
whatever boomerang effect trials my patience beyond the path of reason
I command thy seize momentum and catapult yourself beyond the walls of treason
and leave me be.
surely even gods grow tired of toppled empires and twisted tongues
bifurced badly and uneven, enerving all to see
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