this ain't a ballad.
it's a battle.
your demons will lurk
in places of decay.
and if algae is blooming
in your waterways,
swim.
lest they pierce your heel, achilles.
this ain't a ballad.
it's a battle.
and i'm holding the conch to your brain.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
