Secrets Discovered

A poem about the discovery of a secret (maybe you could see that in the title?)

In the linen prison,

Languish forever sweet swine,

Your sentence behind my bars

Is almost over

Then be free to you deeds.


Long since the clock has past

Dozens. Hours drip 'till it ends.

Your shadow lingers by the hallight.

Shoes in your left hand.

Your blade, Your right.


Blunted by the duvets,

Your teeth could be weapons,

They are already sunk,

In two pieces of the flesh.


Your cell door opens,

I am speared into the mattress instead.

My wounds need no doctor.

It is only a heart that breaks,

When stolen under the bed of li(v)es.

The End

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