Friday, July 26, 2024

Choke

Viciously quaint down upon his tissue
Crack'd a whip to quell
"Humbled be thy mind" 
From days past the lips had said

Let him not perform a revolution
For his sake, how foul his ego lay
Yet for the other, O beloved soul
Be blessed to destroy him

So beautiful when you spit acid
Otherwise trained to ego-dissolving
Yes, when the lips part again
You have found a gravity

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