The Coin On Its Edge

Bitter or sweet or bittersweet? — A poem

Cut the ramification worm in half. Cut the crude maggot from the righteous mind. Outbreak personal mutiny if dignity aided in survival. Stare at the palms of the aggravating hands. Slash the concern into undeniable excuses. Feast upon the larva of the decomposing reliance. Life’s hands drain away the haemorrhaging intuition. Pulls the integrity into the resentment soil. Where bloody roots have turned black from sweet temptation.

The mirror admires its own devotion. As the disturbed are dressed in a heresy disguise made of skin and bone. Issued an unanalysed sultry heart. A perfect reflection to play the part. Living to be deceased forever. The intensely of the endeavour. Erasing fundamental emotions to exist with similarity. Equivocate the foreknowledge until the coin lands on its edge.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, you might also like