Give me something my Love.
Breath into the earth
and I'll chew the grass
where you plant your Spirit.
Spit into a puddle and
I'll drink from the depths
of your liquid voice.
Walk away and leave me
to mimic your speech in suffering. Let the darts from
the minions of anarchy
pierce me in your stead.
Though none of us are pure,
you are the servant of one who is.
I would gladly chew the grass
and drink from the puddle
if it means you can
live longer in the light.
Give me anything my Love
and watch my humble departure.
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SIDE PIECE
RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
