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a warrior on the battlefield, slitting the throat of this monster, slicing off the arm of that monster, piercing their armor with my magical sword, letting the air out of their paper- thin bodies, and saving my soul from the wrath of God. The horrors that I’ve seen can not compare to the pain I felt when I woke that morning and you were gone. No note. No goodbye. Only a few clothes hangers and a worn-out toothbrush.</p><p id="ad1f">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="c4cc">If you enjoyed this poem, you may like <b><i>Forbidden.<

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Monsters

A Love Poem

Photo by Julija V. on Unsplash

I walk through my dreams like a warrior on the battlefield, slitting the throat of this monster, slicing off the arm of that monster, piercing their armor with my magical sword, letting the air out of their paper- thin bodies, and saving my soul from the wrath of God. The horrors that I’ve seen can not compare to the pain I felt when I woke that morning and you were gone. No note. No goodbye. Only a few clothes hangers and a worn-out toothbrush.

Copyright © 2020 by Harley King

If you enjoyed this poem, you may like Forbidden.

Poetry
Relationships
Breakups
Dreams
Love
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