Poetry of a Conlanger

Friday, May 12, 2006

You’re Not Worth My Glances (5/11/06)

You turned and stabbed me
After kissing me goodbye
While she watched, giggling.

I gasped, shocked,
And slapped you with all my strength.
I readied my fists for a bloody fight-
I’ll give as good as I get.

But a trapdoor gave way beneath my feet,
And I fell,
Cursing you and her alike.

And when I stood up,
I brushed myself off,
spat for good measure,
And walked away.

And I did not look back.


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