4 september 2020
A Guilt On Trial
Like a blood sport
you play with me.
My thumb bleeds.
Cannot be salvaged.
You are put on display
like lamb meat..
Jealousy will ultimately win.
Uncoupling has started.
The betrayal hides
under the lids.Side by side
are laid the golden chips.
Now you liberate the unbeliever.
One day the avalanche will bury the rings.
Let's not go back to the
sordid details of relative truths.
I only wanted to to prove that
I was wrong.
Knees broken, I will walk.
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