A Thought for Every Word


Penance for an empty soul
Years of shallow thought
He slit her throat with sharpened retorts
Exposing the hollow halls

Crowned by rings of breath
Inhaling the decaying blight

Her last gasp she gave to him
In payment for her sins
Of not carrying the weight of them
On gossamer wings that ripped

Falling to lay at her feet
On spikes of brilliant light

Exploding into caustic shards
Dancing before the empty thrones
All is lost and then at once revealed
With back against the wall

Blindfolded maze walker
Before a rapt audience of one

Alone to fight the battle
Of silent painted faces
Waiting in line for numbers drawn
And dossiers read aloud

Wrapped bodies lie ever still
Knowing the deed is done

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