Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Hands to your sides, please

Hands entangled
In engrossed thoughts.
Spitting eloped
Reasons on the mirror.
Endentured servitude,
Grappling with death
Like a superhero.
Harness slips,
Falls, inflection
Inward and marbled.
Messy disposition on
Flaccid rhetorical
Stance; wings glide
To uncertain malice.
The broken hearted
Become a faux pas,
The new style, it's
Cool to be hurt.
I secrete the disaster
Of a doppleganger gone
Wild, tearing down progeny.
Hands to your sides, please.

9-8-10
 


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