There is a lie whimpering on your lips,
Caught between the flickering lights
Of an autocorrect too authoritarian
To allow any sort of breathing room.
.
Do you want your words to breathe?
Or are you more interesting in
Choking down the ice of this blizzard
Because it soothes your burning soul?
.
I want to know if it's hellfire that runs
Through your superhighways of blood.
If it is, would you mind lending me
A little tiny taste of that ugly horror?
.
I've been sheltered in my own calm,
Bobbing lazily on the surface of a sea
So egregiously violent that I just can't
Fathom how deep the malevolence goes.
.
It is unnatural to assume the worst
But I have been trained by bloodshed
To believe that my good empathy is
Nothing more than a fluke in the system.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
Ah, also:
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