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11/16/18
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They are fighting.
You bitch
You ass
You bastard
You piece of shit
It's escalating.
Soon the claws will come out,
Unsheathing from their hiding spots
Ready to scratch, to stab, to pit
Themselves against one another
Friend against friend
Allies turned foes
When will it end?
Nobody knows.
With the exception of one.
She is beaming
Radiant
Putting to shame even the sun
But behind her smile of
Beautiful lies
Lurks a darkness so fine
No one has seen it in time.
She grins, her eyes flashing
A fire inside
Smoke drifting away
Blazing at the sight of injury.
But it isn't enough
I need more.
She stares at them
Watching their glares and hisses
Like snakes set to coil
And strangle.
She wonders who will suffocate first.
It takes time to tie a noose.
Ican'tbelieveItrustedanyofyou--
But she easily laid the trap
Saysthepotcallingthekettleblackyoufuc--
Scattering bits and pieces
ShutupshutupSHUTUP--
Fragments of glass
Idon'tevenknowyoupeopleanymore--
Which pierced her friends' sides.
Now all she has to do is wait
Wait to see which one
Dies of blood loss first.
A sneer curls her lips.
They always said
I was too old to
Play with toys.
...But look.
Look at how fun it is.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Random(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
