Betrayal in the Universe
The fertility of my thoughts are held in distrust with the blade of the knife twinkling my name.
Blood by signature written in violence bleeding the pages to live a less painful life away.
The fear of poverty strikes me in the pit of vipers with the bite in closing the eyes for a fatal
And the filter initiated by the structure of creative safety when tides do turn are vague
recollections in the rages of claws which pierced none the wiser.
I was pulled down to drown by the string of watery graves which savors wetness in leaving
behind poisonous waters.
An inspiration to believe a suppressed inept erosion in glimpses of silent nuptial that is published
by the universe.
While my life canvas was titled, “Distorted privileges,” and was painted by a brush of fury.
Fear only touches once before disrobing itself and…
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