For Chloe

I mussitate a prayer,
Though I know the words will fail me:
I've reached the nadir of my life.

I know what will supervene
A donnybrook incarnadine.
This noisome lot, this moiety
Dishabille acts they wrought on me.

But despite the tongues and barbs and fists,
I will not acclimate to them.
I do aver, I shall remain
Recalcitrant, defiance on my lips

The End

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