Leave it to you
to make gruesome death
look terribly beautiful
A crumbled flower battered by wind
A forgotten love letter with a fuck you end
Broken wings, without hope, why sing?
A withered tree that couldn't escape man
An evil bastard who kills cuz he can
Undying grace, and an angelic face
Your glow in the street light
It almost makes me wish
I hadn't tied you to the tracks
Mistress of Rant
To tie an "adversary" ex-whatever to a rail would have probably been poetic justice. Nice rant in the postpoem tradition of slammin' hard and heartless - Stella
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