The Spaces In Between

I will do it. Tearing away your joyful

nature, I will hurt you. Release you into

pain. Easily, merrilly (it would be so

horribly simple),

 

I could do it. Break your broken, chiseled bones.

Catch your vibrant dreams in my teeth and crush them.

Strip away a life. Understand, this nightmare,

wooden and hateful,

 

isn’t, wasn’t tenderly plotted. I do

not-- you are the criminal. Did you not know?

that my heart still beats when there’s no one-- Listen.

Don’t incomplete me.

 

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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