The Smile That Hisses (Poetry)
( I am no poet. And, I know it. I stick to prose, as my poetry blows. )
( This is a crude experiment. Enjoy. If possible. )
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- She blows kisses,
- Like fire,
- And she aims to kill.
- She wants his heart,
- So the blood will spill.
-
- Though she misses;
- His heart, she'll fill.
- It is a wicked art,
- And a terrible thrill.
- I watch from afar,
- Though it ain't me.
- Anymore. Glee.
- Wish it left a scar,
- Even if I'm free.
- I was her seventh.
- I wander and I wonder.
- I wanted out.
- Don't wield love,
- With shield in hand.
- Won't fit like a glove.
- Just wield, burn and... brand.
- Viewing no more.
- A blur, at the core.
- Tar.
- Done eyes, unwise.
- Sunrise, day, dawn.
- Red firetruck.
- Dead, dire luck.
- They
- Are
- Gone.
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