Impaled by the scepter,
his entire body begs him
to bend onto his knees
and succumb to self actuality.
Formulating nervous habits
from needless pain.
Pain that is sporadically fixable
yet still radiates through his bones.
The king becomes the caitiff,
power intoxicating his chalice.
His benevolence is drowned out
by brutalizing discomfort.
-Poetry Party Ghost
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Poetry Party Ghost
PoetryNeed a break from the noise? The ultimate survival guide to being socially awkward is here. Read into the mind of the poetry party ghost, a fellow playing the fly-on-the-wall to an assortment of situations in the world. Hear them ramble about all yo...
