Backstab:
Turn the knife into my back
Because I guess you got sick of holding it
Behind your own
While you waited to lodge it
firmly into the base of my spine.
A friend?
Maybe something more closely linked
To the festering wound
Now swallowing my back whole
You evil fuck.
~J.K.M.
Displeased But Not Surprised:
Casualties no longer of the
Minor aspect.
For you're all the same
And nothing ever changes
From the salt on the colder breezes
To the sideways glances they share
Looking you up and down
As if their contradictions have
Any worth whatsoever.
Get over yourself.
I'm done here.
~J.K.M.
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
ПоэзияPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
